When I See a Keyhole Now
Elf Giant grabbed me and threw me into a trunk.
Ouch! It was full of a lot of awful junk!
I piled stuff high, made myself a little goal.
To finally reach that golden high-up keyhole.
I piled stuff fast, and I piled it quick.
I climbed up the pile, through thin and through thick.
Some more unfortunate earth humans were being collected.
I could see them from my keyhole. How were we being selected?
My neighbor Lola was the next human in my sight.
She had a trench coat and blue jeans which were way too tight.
She was popped into a sandwich with liverwurst and fries.
Even though I had a clear view, I had to hide my eyes.
A corpulent giant mama stuffed in a red hat with flair
Did a wonka shake dance, and yes - she did it completely bare.
By the time I was rescued my eyeballs were big and round.
Now when I see a keyhole, I keep my eyes glued to the ground.
Written 1-7-2019 Contest: Slap the Muse and Turn It Lose
Sponsor: John Lawless
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