A Stranger In My Garden
I see a stranger in my garden
Plowing and weeding with goats
Pulling the plow up and down
But the goats charge against him
The animals eat grass and plants
They swallow anything even metals
Because it is sure that like Marabou
The mouth and exit have had a concord
When the animals are tired and frail
And the sun is going to his mother’s house
They bleat musical noise in persuasion
But the plowman’s mouth spits fire
With horns as soft as cotton wool
The limbs as tiny as grasshopper limbs
The bosoms begin to release carbon monoxide
And the goats are sent to rest for ever in limbo
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