A Curious Thing
swordsmith: 95 words, which is probably my all-time second shortest lyric (After Musca Temporis, 56).
A curious thing, the umbrella
Its ruse overfloweth my cup
I'm told it can go up a chimney down
But not down a chimney up
A curious thing is the leggy
Such wonderment never will stop
It hasn't a top at the bottom
But a bottom, indeed, at the top
A curious thing, the birdkeeper
Confounding the cleverest sage
It's known he can cage any swallow
But he plainly can't swallow a cage
A curious thing, this election
In sating my ponderous thirst
To make presidents of first ladies
We must make lady presidents, first!
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