The waters soon began to spin
He watched the walls blend with the floor
His final thought was odd to him,
‘This isn’t Kansas anymore.’
What kind of sickened little piss
Drops fish in blenders, anyway?
Whose mind's as nearly sick as his
Who pushed the button marked ‘Puree’.
So here lies Goldy, so devout
Don’t tip the coffin - he’ll pour out.
[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited May 21, 2003).]
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