Unformatted text preview: Police units, their guns in aim, Came crashing through the bedroom door, And shouted as they came! I froze in fear, then grabbed my stash, Left Chris to delusional duel; Lovely Sunshine Daydream, I warned, Would catch up with that fool. And hath I leapt from stories up? All along I knew I could fly! In a tree, unicorn and me, Let out a smoky sigh. ‘Twas Tuesday and my neighbor Chris Did float and frolic ‘round my room; All hazy was my consciousness, As Chris was warned of doom....
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- Spring '10
- English, 2000s music groups, The Police, Lewis Carroll, Stewart Copeland, bean bag