iLiza's eyes

January 22, 2004

The car was beautiful and blue,
Like a wrinkle in the ocean that’s made just for you.
It was a car that was made for an exciting trip,
One through the air for a tiny guy named Skip.
Now Skip was real small, like the size of a seed,
He loved living at home, but he longed to be freed.
He liked smoking cigars and swimming nude,
And in his high-pitched voice, he called everyone “dude!”

Now Skip was ready to see all the world,
So he packed all his bags and his sails he unfurled.
All morning he drove through the hairy woods,
The dandruff bugs scared him, he’d get out if he could.
So once in the open, he felt much less fear,
And he whistled a tune to the blue sky so clear.

But after a while, he became kind of bored,
So he made a quick right in an effort to head ‘nord.
Yet all of a sudden, Skip gave a quick shout,
In his effort to go one way, he’d really gone ‘soud!

Suddenly Skip was going real fast,
Past eyeballs and cheekbones and then this was last…
He spun…
He whirled…
He bobbled…
He burst…
In beauty and boom
He sailed to the moon…
He twirled…
He twittered…
Tootle-loooooo…….

Now Skip found himself in a new land,
On the edge of a thigh the color of sand.
It was fun to think of his glorious flight,
But not he was lost and wanted an end to his plight.
It was then, like a kiss from the moon he had touched,
When a gift came to him that he needed so much.
A telephone sat on the knee of time,
A teleportal home, an excellent find.
Skip called a friend from the home he had lost,
Who said, “I love you Skip, our friendship has no cost.”
So Skip found his home at the top of the ear,
Where he had lots of smiles, but one memory he kept near.
He never forgot of his journey through space,
He loved it at home, but oh, what a place…

posted by iliza @ 4:32 PM