"I mean blimey!" shouted the sheep floating by their unpigmented ears over the crimson pasture. Fire engine Blatz and his stylus full of cats, strode beneath the elephant trees to whistle his soda song.
Iron-cast dye and visual perceptions
The mint rolled out costly misconceptions
Clay beauty queens have no ways by all means
Slapping monarch toast like double-paned cheese
All the wasps and turkeys find neon hard to please
The sneezing winged-jaguar decided he heard enough of the fizzy melody, and jumped into his pool of guacamole. Nearby, the red-nosed pig in a million gray bibs found a phone to call on. Before dialing, he paid the toll to get into Bizton. Picking up and squeezing the receiver, he munched away at the cordless wire while talking to the salamander on the other side, "Amphibian, amphibian, how you sleekly exit the lagoon. Grabbing the fly with your temperate tongue, makes all your off-white eggs look young."
Delightful and somewhat frightful, Mr. Kitter the Salamander walked underneath the tunnel between two coastlines. Saying 'ello to his fellow mellow yellow arthropods, he ate them one by one. By the time he came to the end, everyone called him Mr. Kitter the Insect-and-Crustacean-Eating-Amphibian-Who-Especially-Admires-the-Taste-of-Spiders.
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. The fly was not an ordinary fly. For one reason only, the fly tasted like a fresh pizza decked out with Italy's favorite condiments. For two reasons, the fly smelled like cookies just taken out of grandma's wood-burning stove. Three reasons named Carnage, Perspiration, and Sorrow called the pig with the gun back to the kaleidoscopic playground where swing sets and monkey bars and jungle gyms play with each other.
In Park Amazing, yellow dandelions gave off the scent of lemon trees. As they turned white, the scent changed to the taste of coconut milk. In the box full of necromantic ashes, chemists and zoologists discussed chaos in the stars. Staid camels gallantly walked the perimeters of the bedazzling esplanade. Small people in big hats shrouded the water slide with their cubic capes. Three strawberry armadillos danced the tango for three under the moonlit sun. Sounds made by the hurdy gurdy man meshed with the swami's sitar troubadours making the ears of all who owned orbit around the heavens.
Floating down the river of placid pleasure
You look at the saccharine clouds with leisure
Juice from the nectarine, echoes from the tangerine
Lift me, lift me, lift me to the Elysian fields
Where from violence and hate my shadow shields
Familiar smells from any distance quelled the seeds growing from a banker's wallet. Gleaming oxen from the shepherd's pie shouted idioms to the Scottish pig forming wing buds. Soon he was to meet the almighty sky match beyond the jet-packed blenders and supersonic weasels. The never-frightened saucer found a knotted bolt pilot caught between five blades of grass. "It's summer now, time for you to bloom."
"Am bloomed," radiated the kinky rivet navigator as he unpredictably metamorphosed into a daylight butterfly/savior. Blasting off into inner sky, the lovejet propelled daylight butterfly/savior who found Park Amazing blossoming into rosy silicon daisies and violet cellophane petunias by the thousands.
Hymenoptera, the bumbling bee, paused for a drink from the bubbling buds of a mapelyptus fruit tree. Looking like white wine and tasting like root beer, the mapelyptus syrup-juice burbled into the sparkling oral cavity of Hymenoptera. "Buzz" received by the botch bee as he said it.
Beyond the teeter-totter and underneath the merry-go-round, an embroidered and embellished dragon with one horn watched the heparin army of ants scrub the sand clean. Brushing away the lush mush, antiseptic loam became defiled detergent. Now the tremendous winged-serpent sleeps his pyrorespiration existence away.
To the north, reposed a gigantic salamander composed of marble and quartz stood en-gallant protecting Amazing Park from any negligible nuisance. Its marble tail meandered for nine encouraging kilometers. Its lustrous quartz eyes glared at the ennenns or negnews (negligible nuisances) with undenying duress.
Enduring to the east was a vitreous triangle-based pyramid at a typical mountain's prominence. Acting as a prism during the dawning, the sun beamed its rays towards the considerable pyramid that relayed all the colors, visible and invisible, over Amazing Park.
Frolicking addaxes turned green every sunrise. King cobras always slithered in pale red during the early morning hours. Regally flying falcons were bedazzled in splendid yellows and oranges. Honeyed dew moistening the kaleidoscopic turf took the split sunlight and returned the solid intense color to its original form with its own prisms. Consequently spots of light intermitted the rainbow morning in Amazing Park.
When the azimuth changed to late morning, all the life gained their personal colors back. Like the sun passes directly over the Heel Stone in Stonehenge at summer solstice, the sun also passes directly over the diamond-topped obelisk centered in Amazing Park. Every summer solstice in the florid grove, the multicolors return hovering over the park as a vast circular ceiling being held up by the solitary obelisk.
Looking up, all who were once color blind are blinded by the extreme variety of shades of gray, that their black-and-white eyes shed revealing the senses of color ranging from burning reds to intense and electric violets. And blacks and whites become less pleonastic.
As Monsieur Tapir and Herr Plover sip their Guavade, the lethargic inhabitants of Park Amazing watch the sunset behind the megalithic sphere with a pinhole carved through the center. When the sun lingers behind the sphere, the ray flashes out of the pinhole and hits the pellucid pyramid to the east. Park Amazing knew it was the end of the day, when the colors of dusk appear off in the west and east horizons.
When night is nigh, the sights all sigh
Moaning moons, staring stars, and gasping gaps
Della wears a new jersey and locked away her caps
During the dusty dusk, terror does not touch the tusk
Scales of liming mammoths and spurring mastodons bound to the tusk-bearing cousin. On the yellowish-green newspaper, the fist located his wrist and shook hands like before. "Hello, corn tree," it whimpered under the eary forest.
The pastures grazing next door to Park Amazing found it hard to be gazed under the sun. The bipedal judge came along, trumpet and trombone in hand and mouth, swinging his phrases to insult the sunset. This startled a glowworm. It rained ticket stubs for forty minutes and forty seconds.
"Quenched," grumbled the tremor beneath the verdant plaza. Lazy slugs melting along the ambassador's fence post making the sunshine penetrate the postholes. Eyeglass-less laser beams scattered around the wheat growing in the cabbage patch. Kids from the goat cheese farm scattered daydreams amongst their horoscopal prescription.
A salad lady and her frenzied floppy-eared poodle mingled with the pasta chef. "Mangia!" Celestially, he transferred his lillypads to France. "Bon apatit!" No one at anything until he moved east. Stop the westward expansion. Earth is only a sphere.
Speaking of unicorns trapped in a trapezoid-shaped UFO, Glaycom spoke no further. Henceforth starts this sentence. Park Amazing excepts no visas, green cards, or Pearl Jam refunds. The previous rejects all other American express is not very fast. The clock ticks to its own beat. Try to go along with it and your song will be aired on time. Everything happens on time. Time happens, not the explicit term for feces.
"Tell him I'll be with her," meandered the lingering moon. It left skid marks next to the jet stream. Whether it was supposed to happen, only panty hose knows. "Jokes I told her. Liked them she did," the moon continued to say until he found the end of the sky.
The flood came and went as the tides rolled their eyes of march. A sign signaling WELCOME TO AMAZING PARK AMAZING repeated until the writer found himself missing from the scene. Being scenic as it once could have been, her blurry vision kissed the shadow good-bye. Still here after all drink near. Non-alcoholics have more fun because they're conscious of it.
Mr. Ziggurat no longer liked his first name and changed it to Ziggy for zing. Ziggy Ziggurat from Mount Ararat has a pet mountain cat. And that's not all, the mountain cat eats mountain rats. I've never seen any before, but hey! "I still got many pockets left in my trousers."
Instantly the commercials rolled in. McDonalds chewed the burgers and Coca-Cola sipped the sodas. Pop and Mama Cass is getting fat on a Creeque Alley cat. Me cards keep getting blacker all the time, skip the diamonds and cardiacs. Who's cardiac is that beating on the window? "He's not beating," gibbered the French horn. "He's bleating; 'tis is lamb. Cute isn't it?"
The rhino-hippo blob animal replied with a giggly grunt. Turning the page to more bones. A tree fell. I fell trees for a living. For a living I do the same but for more money. "Approaching the ribbons." Cut!
"Ladies and gentlemen. I hereby dedicate Park Amazing to the people of--" The porpoise waves good-bye to the helium inflated heads. The face of mostly sideburns twist and turns down the dungeon hall.
Excuse the jumps. The violet kangaroos now only hop. Jumping is for the frogs. Rivets and the Saskatchewan Indian burned his smokeless tobacco into the toilet. Flushed and drained is the bowl. Go away little lavatory man. The native Americans shall always say, "I stay here because this is a great place to stay and I've never been anywhere else, so I know this place, which is a great place. Is today Tuesday?"
The racist gets slapped and burned at the Ponderosa. Guess what's Tuesday's special? Roast bigot garnished with garlic swastika sauce. Eat those Nazis up! ...and Adolph plays with it," says James With Out Front Ears.
The spineless camel limps to the motorcycle store to purchase a pyramid to look good with. Without the knees myth, the monkeys will never be complete again. Back then, they were. Look ahead and what do you see--the twenty-first century begging not to be. "Elevator action!" yelled Marty Atari playing chess on his fractured skull.
And the dairy cows boycotted milk on Christmas. Cattle in a kettle is not a sight scene very often. Wondering makes me bump into walls. Or is that wandering. Wandering into Park Amazing, the burping adobes burst their sun-dried bricks.
Raising the prunes to an undefined height, the cakeater fries his jellybeans in banana oil for twenty minutes. Flapping away, Dumbo and Swlabr rise to become the creme de la creme as they say in Versailles. Treaties or no treaties the victims of war never get their niceties. Prisoners of war get hung by their neckties and cease to be POWs or anything human.
Making people sad is the job of the Jabberwocky and the Myoclonic Jerk. Their second jobs are to scare and awaken. Both can get anyone when one is trying to sleep. Have I ever slept without trying? Yes, I guess I have mistaken pizza pies for actual pizzas.
Scatter those beads across the floor. "I'm wondering if we have a kitchen anymore," mumbled the bunny scratching a figment of the bubble's inert imagination. Dirt for dinner in only nine minutes. Too much filth and so little time, it's such a great way to bottle blistered wine. The zephyr blew by revealing all the dodo birds doing their dodo thing the only way dodos know how to do do them. Repitan, por favor.
The synthesized fighter plane of world war one sits in the waiting room. It's sick, you see. It's see, you sick. The propellers won't propel. I'm afraid it's contagious, and you've got the blue swede flu.
A high-voltage tonic dream will coat your stomach with carpet wax. Remedies are hardly fun to dance along with. Take your cures lying down. Never get caught lying in bed with a syringe. Advice from someone who's never done it. It is what the sheiks and shebas had seventy years ago.
Okay all you zebras and puffbirds, get your horoscope ready. The lucky ones today are Aries, Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, and Capricorn. You get to serve your country by slaughtering natives of an older country. And remember kids, the higher the body count the better chance you come out a winner, that is over there. Friendly fire doesn't count unless they look the enemy or if they're in your way. The Army Way!
Meanwhile under the sea, the dragon dreams about octopus rides and Rapunzel. Alaskan cakes and Eskimo pies have migrated north all their lives until their south once again. Lost on the other side of the world is like being found on this side of the world only different.
Door Bert and Window Bert live in the same room. They open and they close. What they talk about, nobody knows. Floor Wax and Ceiling Fan live like woman and man. One is always over the other in discussion and situations. But they never get close. Wall Paper is a friend of mine.
So the red-nosed pig with the same gun from Scotland drove his kaleidoscopic bike around the fluent corner marked with the flaming tangerine pillar. Mike and Spike once more sped past in their licorice bonbon cycles, the Scottish swine. "The middle of the park is always where I am," the boar stated while the pepsin curs scurried on their hardly divine sun. "And I move a lot." To prove his statement, the purple-arsed oinker moved the lot.
Park Amazing has been moved to the other side of the solar system. Suddenly the globe stood on its head, or north pole (magnetic?), and Park Amazing remained in the same season - thyme. The thyme of the seasoning. People never respect the sentence following a horrible ambiguity enough, especially when it ends with the word "flabbergast!"
Sir Chicklette is a Madame, and she wore a picnic tablecloth to her favorite miniature church. Mice petitioners revolved around the pulpit like midget dwarfs. "I believe it's time to say HELLO to everyone," smiled and urged Sir Chicklette's hen, Clookenheimer. "Actually I believe it so much, I ought to suggest it." The suggestion was made, and the stars in the hells bells rejoiced as the temperature fell below body temperature.
"We call that area the temperate zone," added Coach Smeh with some shalt and pfeffer on his hot fog. The plate became a steam matte in a short order of peregrine holiday pen yo-yos. The peppercini man in a chef's hat made sure he felt the way he expressed himself.
A half-inch hack took the cane away from the blind man. Too bad the jade didn't gallop away to a distant galaxy known as Falad. The grease monkey returned with his bottle of slick, and smiled to the attendants. "Fashionable, ain't I?" he smiled all over his bristly tummy.
Sixty-seven tent shadows entered the gates of Park Amazing to make a statement. See the previous sentence to this one. The volleyball players spun in place on top of the ballet performance. A dull replica of the original copy sits next my gray hat. Pulling strings to the left, she wriggled and gave the gift of Valentines.
"A ki-kin-king-kingdo-kingdom!" stuttered the accountant as his toupee decided to fly into the ceiling quicksand. Gentle Ben saddened by the mist, gave up his nose to the informary. The doctor is tin, which is made out of tin. She hasn't been polished for years. Two minutes to be exact, but I'm not exactly keen on being precise.
The entire population of ThoseNotLivingInParkAmazing rushed to their favorite hiding spot to find themselves sharing the same interests. A unicorn dropped a bomb on them, or did someone drop some corn.
Since then all shirts have been worn like sew. It's not supposed to that way. The other way it should have been included burnt pretzel dandruff found on home plate. A gazelle in the shape of a telephone wondered too much and became the smartest vegetable ever to be not intended as a fruit.
Dizzy Mister Lizard waylaid, like a dessert in an unknown jungle cat, towards Sister Sixpence. "How about me and you?" the weirdo asked. "I haven't given myself much thought. That is why you were born?" It was going to be a sentence, but he confused himself when he remembered he didn't have a brain.
"I've never played catch with a terrapin," mumbled the chassis hair net.
"If you think that's peachy. I've never played catch my whole frickin' life," swore a baboon-smelling whirlwind.
"Ha!" squawked an international brim. "I have never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever played with a terrapin!"
For a while, a sinkhole submerged when Gaea doubted the brim's unhealthy allegation. Near the Unspecific Ocean she said, "Everyone has had to play with a terrapin." When she looked up terrapin in the book about commercialism and then in the book called DICTIONARY, she deleted the sinkhole venture.
Crawling into the esplanade's kitchen, Lady Marmalade caught grains of cinnamon on her silken dress. Lord Molasses and Dame Margarine helped the lost kitchen-diocese around and about. Exit became the situation of them.
"Morning and afternoon are transfixed and soon will be a perpetual fact of time," billed the senior park bench-sitter. No one really pays attention to what the senile genius jabbers about. He has only prattled two others times to the entire populous of Park Amazing. What he said did come true. He predicted water changing from clear to blue. The other prediction is as important as a sardine floating on salt water yet more presumptive yet less cardinal.
All around the seven-foot breakwater, pipelines squared off at the black boulders. Razor man applied a pigmented integument to his ashen hair. The hydraulic boomslangs agree that his looks have become ancient with less time at the seams.
"Has the sun caught the galactic cold?" a passing comet asked a recluse solengaster galloping sixpence under a melting number. The invertebrate ignored the overgrown icy space-traveler because her ears were underdeveloped so that she was deaf to all heavenly bodies.
Luckily the solengaster's bushy neighbor overheard the comet, but was slow in responding to the comet. He answered, "No!" to a green brick fence instead.
Two blind wizards and a wayward witch gathered around a grassy knoll and ate tiddlywinks. "I've got a very crazy itch wresting with my elastic spine," rang the witch like a disconnected telephone. The blind wizards crawled away in reply.
To end the story short, the sky became orange. Park Amazing turned to the same color with the same name: orange. All the inhabitants of the pleasant prairie also mutured or blossomed into the orange background. Everything, including a hairpin found under a glass hippopotamus' marble, was orange. As every molecule in a universe bled orange, a red angel escaped from another universe into the space which once was Park Amazing and ruined the great orange denouement.
THE ORANGE
(and the red angel)
I've been amply happy with the status of my health
But in the middle of all that's orange I lose stealth
Can I see what is not me, for two and two is twenty-two
Rolling like a cardboard box into the cupboard of a shoe
Teatime served under a hot stove
Blast iron certified dietitian in the attic
Blue talons and purple pinions
This has no glue
Roads, roads everywhere
Cars, cars all over them
Even some trucks and buses here and there
Street is a synonym for road
"On the contrary"
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