Zox and blast and cartoon pigs
and trumpets and fries lathered with pink bow ties,

to singing frogs and drums and large floppy feet
covered by foamy soap spread on a chocolate rope

where grueling clocks and tired beds and leaky cheeks
find pasty flies sleeping on golden baked ryes;

seventy noses and lashes and webbed amigos
lie soundly awake and frown down at the milk-fed town;

And clothed and zippered and green pickled truth
screech the lazy call of understanding and Socks committed crazy.