Mushroom
Mushrooms are quite peculiar things
They live in damp dark places
The ones round here are awfully *****
They make you see strange faces
Colours grow and ebb and flow
Whilst your body floats on air
You feel as if your paralysed
And you couldn’t really care
The things you’ll see are a mystery
Beasts in every kind of hue
Take my advice, avoid these things
No matter what you do
But if one day you find yourself
Just aching to consume
Remember all that you’ve been told
And prepare to meet your doom
© John W Fenn 08-05-2009
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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