The Imaginarium

Float fresh folies/ On feathers wing/ Fling waffles past/ Fellows frantic for/ Devotion, Motion, Potion/ Passion paints pictures/ And mustard matrimony/ Plays on piano picnics/ Love laps the table/ Laughter, laugh, la, la, la

A cheering throng of chorteling yogurt covered amphibian poets flocked togeather frantic for the bi-centenial seance. A prolific wandering spirit named Kemper Stand, plagued at birth with dyslexia, drifted in tiresome wavelets whipering morbid secrets into itching ears. "Identify and attack your problems, not each other." The multitude erupted in cries of exstasy like those of a thousand joyful children stuck in a satchel.

--Per Simmon