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from Mad Magazine, issue #43, 1958
"I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
When onward on my way I plod,
I saw a host of axolotls;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main;
The damnedest sight I’ve ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.
Now oft, when on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh in fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls."
Mongrove’s note: I first read this poem in the mid-70’s, as a little kid. It was in a paperback digest of Mad magazine gags and jokes.
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I never realized that a Bonzai Buddy link would give me PTSD. Thanks.
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You may also enjoy Kingsway, an RPG that plays with desktop metaphors.
(It is in the news lately as the demise of Adult Swim Games threatens it with being delisted everywhere.)
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