The Picture of Funnybone Jack
Roll your funny-ribs down a hill
It goes clunk, clunk, clunk.
You’re skull is a jack-in-the-box
contraption for tickles and tickles
Clunk, clunk, clunk, down sharp
avocado green hill curving high
You’re funny-bone is your head
Off with that skull of yours.
Clunk, Clunk, clunk,
You’re slipping from a slanting
Which glides by blonde wigheads and
Why did your noggin go down the hill?
Clunk, clunk, clunk
The dream soda-fizzled.
And a thump, thump thump
“Mom I think the dream was real.”
“I felt the ceiling hit me.”