Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.
I wandered the desert in awe
of all the wonders I saw.
But when I stopped to pee,
who was watching me?
(I’m quite sure I heard a guffaw).
Cameras everywhere, eyes in the sky,
Border Patrol, DEA, playing I-SPY,
Made me shiver
I gave a quiver
and shook my slow-draining guy.
Heaven forbid I should fart!
(to me a true work of art)
They’d probably arrest me
and surely sequest me
Authorities must play their part!
Off to the jailhouse I’d go
Me and my weewee so slow
An old desert rat
and a damn silly hat
paraded like crim’nals on show.
For a few bucks they’d set me free.
No law against taking a pee.
They’ve big fish to fry
like those who still try
to escape by hiding in tree.
Send those Mexicans home!
(and all the others who roam)
Build a wall
make it tall
and put ‘em in jail if they POEM!
It’s not my political bent
but everywhere I went
I surely saw
the long-armed law
but they don’t make a dent
In the flow of drugs
or illegal bugs.
Humanity.
Insanity!
Anyone need some hugs?