Worried about the flu-virus?
Just toss a coin into the wishing well.
Worried about your job?
Toss a coin into the wishing well.
Worried about the government?
Toss a coin into the wishing well.
No coin for the wishing well?
The wishing well also accepts credit cards.
Just toss ’em in.
DIS-CLAIMER:
Do not wish for the return of your credit cards.
Of course,
I remember the day
the old molasses plant exploded,
because I got stuck in traffic.
And then, later,
I got stuck on the side-walk.
I think
the streets of L.A.
should have
a lover’s lane,
for us lover’s
to drive on.
Grandpa always wore an old fishing cap.
I remember it was covered from brim to brim
with all of these colorful & expensive fishing lures.
There were pink ones,
& green ones, & blue ones,
& yellow ones.
Some shaped like fish, and a few home-made ones
that didn’t resemble anything at all.
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But grandpa was not a very good fisherman,
and was never known
to have ever caught anything of note.
Except for that one day, though,
when he removed his cap too quickly,
and grandpa caught
an entire human scalp.
I must be too nice.
Because, I know that even if I was
bitten by a rattle-snake,
I could never stay mad at it
for very long.
Probably the number one rule
to remember with
magic flying carpets
is not to suddenly lean back.
One Christmas
my parents
bought me a
bicycle built-for-two
& forced me to
make a friend.
Zander, klaus weiß, wann du an Zander, Klaus denkst
