Welcome To the World of Woo

I opened my eyes and found myself in the World of Woo A pleasurable place where the sky was pink, not blue. The grass was yellow, and the water was green. This lively psychedelic world was a fantastic scream. The world of woo had creatures made of sticks and tin. How can I describe these animals? Where do I begin? They have a unique smell, like oranges or lemons, yellow. And the eyesight of a magnifying glass, nothing is mellow. There is shrieking, and at first you think it is something bad. But it is always laughter, from benevolent folks like Mom and Dad. There are hourly group hugs, and you will wiggle as you might. They will scoop you up. After a while, you feel some delight. The temperature is always perfect, set at seventy-two degrees. Clothing is optional, and you can live on houseboats or in trees. Love is free, given out in hourly bundles of happy pills. There is no sickness here, no cancer, no dementia, and no ills. The neighbors are as friendly as you would want them to be. If you want to be left alone, they issue another pill to thee. Reading books is discouraged, school has been thrown down the river. The children here are delighted, it makes their minds quiver. Days are spent fishing, dancing, playing a guitar or riding a bike. Encouraged to bake chocolate chip cookies, and take a two mile hike. There is always a dragon or a rhino in your living room for fun. We do not have any violence, and no one has ever seen a gun. We have holidays daily, there are festivals and plenty of food. Living in Woo puts you in a joyful kind of wonderful mood. A pleasurable place where the sky is pink, not blue. I think I will stay here forever, now wouldn’t you?