PERHAPS I'D LIKE TO BE
Sometimes I think I'd like to implode
Live a simple life as jolly toad.
Leaping lightly through meadows sweet
Or maybe I'd like to be a cured meat?
A wafer thin slice of parma ham
pink and tender, soft as a spring lamb.
Or perhaps I'd like to be, a raspberry tipped milky breast?
Beautiful pillowy mountains atop a sculpted chest.
Tits and ham and toads.
Fireworks, cheese and choads.
All these things are all very well
But I'll stick with being me, because I'm fantastic and swell.
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