Parody Poem - Police units, their guns in aim, Came...

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Rosenberg 1 Claire Rosenberg Mr. Winland Brit Lit/Creat Writ 29 September 2010 Another Intoxicatingly Lucid Work of Lewis Carroll ‘Twas Tuesday and my neighbor Chris Did float and frolic ‘round my room; All hazy was my consciousness, As Chris was warned of doom. Stay far from the police, my friend! The cuffs that clasp, the guns that shoot! Evade the pocket search; pretend That you, in truth, are mute. He took another magic drop: Long time that rainbow trip he felt; So mused I in a beanbag chair, My mind’s euphoric melt. And, midst this psychedelic tour,
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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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