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It was the last pint of the night, to be filled with some guiness,
When into the public house, walked in sly Siegfried Willis,
with a tip of his hat, and a wink to a bat,
he then made his way towards a stool,
where sat with his cat, bartender amazed at that,
and he ordered a drink served cool.
"Say my good man, what's the time of the day?" Mr. Willis then asked, confused.
Glancing at his watch in an odd, twisty way, "12 past 12" the bartender bemused.
How odd of a time, Siegfried thought, as his glass walked to him slowly,
And when he reached with both hands to grab his drink
it jumped back and said, 'One hand only!"
"sorry, dear friend!" Siegfried recoiled, and allowed himself a sip,
but the more he drank from said glass, the more it would melt and drip.
My my! Willis called, the liquid hovering there with class,
"I've seen cups free of drink, but not drink free of glass".
and the cat scratched its ass, and yawned quite lazy,
and Siegfried's vision begins to get hazy,
"with what condition have I been afflicted?"
"The same condition we previously predicted"
"Where lies are truth, and truth are lies?"
"where cry is laughter, and laughter is cries."
and with space in his eyes, siegfried reeled back in pleasure
energized by euphoria and joy beyond measure.
few grows to many, many turn to all,
evolution of different dimensions observed on the wall,
time slowing down, coming to a stand,
and Mr. Willis found himself in wonderland.
When into the public house, walked in sly Siegfried Willis,
with a tip of his hat, and a wink to a bat,
he then made his way towards a stool,
where sat with his cat, bartender amazed at that,
and he ordered a drink served cool.
"Say my good man, what's the time of the day?" Mr. Willis then asked, confused.
Glancing at his watch in an odd, twisty way, "12 past 12" the bartender bemused.
How odd of a time, Siegfried thought, as his glass walked to him slowly,
And when he reached with both hands to grab his drink
it jumped back and said, 'One hand only!"
"sorry, dear friend!" Siegfried recoiled, and allowed himself a sip,
but the more he drank from said glass, the more it would melt and drip.
My my! Willis called, the liquid hovering there with class,
"I've seen cups free of drink, but not drink free of glass".
and the cat scratched its ass, and yawned quite lazy,
and Siegfried's vision begins to get hazy,
"with what condition have I been afflicted?"
"The same condition we previously predicted"
"Where lies are truth, and truth are lies?"
"where cry is laughter, and laughter is cries."
and with space in his eyes, siegfried reeled back in pleasure
energized by euphoria and joy beyond measure.
few grows to many, many turn to all,
evolution of different dimensions observed on the wall,
time slowing down, coming to a stand,
and Mr. Willis found himself in wonderland.