Pale

This is a surrealist piece inspired by the work of Edward Lear, Salvador Dali and Spike Milligan

The wind has painted my tractor
Several shades of tree
The walrus in my garage
Has just turned 43
A walnut phoned me up to say
The crisps are tasting stale
And still my auntie says to me:
“My, you’re looking pale …”

The badgers living on our roof
Have stolen all the scones
A bison with a dodgy leg
Just scored for MK Dons
The blancmange in our cupboard
Is shaped just like a whale
No wonder my auntie says to me:
“My, you’re looking pale …”

I thought that everyone would find
A volcano in their fridge
And be woken by the vultures
Every night, as they play bridge
Me, I blame the Vimto-covered
Hippo, built to scale
It’s his fault my auntie says to me:
“My, you’re looking pale …”

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