Brookerreid
My amazon six triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide
Still sees the truth quite easily
But shrouds all else in mystery
While madmen in top hats and tails
Impale themselves on six inch nails
And some arabian also ran
Impersonates a watering can
Some santa claus like face of note
Entreats my ears to set afloat
My feeble sick and weary brain
And I am overcome with shame
And hide inside my overcoat
And hurriedly begin to quote
While some arabian sheikh most grand
Impersonates a hot dog stand
The red cross ambulance outside
Can only mean that I must hide
'Til dusk and finally the night
When I will make a hasty flight
Across the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some arabian oil well
Impersonates a padded cell
