I'm late. I'm late. For a very important date.
Today I fell in a Rabbit Hole.
The sun was shining and the sky was as blue as I've ever seen it. The earth must have stood still because I swear gravity stopped and I flew. Well bounced anyway. High above the houses and streets. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop. I went all the way to cloud 9 and had a very lovely chat with Socrates. He's so funny. A little hard to understand, but funny nonetheless.
I met up with a strangely interesting man waiting at the bus stop. He kept offering me chocolates. He told me tales of love and war and ping pong. Touching, but I really had to go. I mean I really had to go.
So I hitched a ride on a stray feather and headed Vegas, because I always wanted to sit on a toilet made of gold. Though it was rather cold, it wasn't anything to write home about. But that's what I'm doin' huh?
I decided to take a nap on George Washington's nose. He did look at me rather cross eyed. I think my sweater tickled him. But he swore it didn't. Liar.
I finally figured I should head home, but my bounce was gone. So my fairy god mother came down in a bright pink bubble and told me to click my heels three times. She started to tell the magic words, but the damn monkeys got to her and flew away. I don't mind so much, her voice was rather irritating. But damn, how was I gonna get home now?
The bus went by too fast. The plane was destined for some tropical island. The train was carrying weapons of mass destruction. I was going to rent a motorcycle from this guy with really weird sideburns, but his friend in sunglasses said it wasn't his to rent.
It finally hit me. The rabbit hole. Just gotta find a rabbit to follow.
What the hell was I smoking?