Granddaughter, groundwater, sofas and beets,
Mothballs, mouthwash, bicycle seats.
Pillows and parsnips, wombats and warts,
Pendulums, nightmares, rabbits and darts.
Eschew rationality, the devil with duality.
Why should everything have to make
Cents?
Scents?
Sense?
I give up.
Whimsy is flimsy—
Like everything else.
And therein lies its sweet sub-
Stence. (thank you, Mr. Nash)
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