Little Blue meanies
eat the pink apricots
out of my purple hoof
and sit back
onto their yellow puke chair
whistl’n dixie
as the clown clouds go by,

I’ll dance in a circle with a finger on my head
spinning to entertain
spinning to be insane.

You think I am a fool for you
so you won’t be bored
but that is not the order.

Your purple fingers
pick your noses
and loud toothy yawns
announce your boredom.

I fall down in exhaustion
and think to myself
I know this is not worth my time.
So I walk away and decide to play
and wait
for others for a perfect day.