Random (V)

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,

“To speak of many things,”

Of fishes in the waffle iron,

And how they sprout their wings.

The moon, it wore a bowtie,

The stars played hopscotch near—

The clouds were deep in argument

About who should hold the sphere.

The trees began to giggle,

And said, “We’re made of wood!”

While rocks threw stones at planets,

And claimed their aim was good.

The Walrus pulled out chalk and said,

“Let’s draw a circle wide—

We’ll make it twist and turn and bend,

And watch the world collide.”

So here I sit, just wondering

What all this means to me—

Perhaps the time has come for me

To speak… of tapioca tea?