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
I give up.
Whimsy is flimsy—
Like everything else.
And therein lies its sweet sub-
Stence. (thank you, Mr. Nash)