(Fast and bulbous!)
Fast and bulbous!
(OK, do it again...)
(Love that...)
Fast and bulbous!
(That's right, the mascara snake, fast and bulbous)
Bulbous also tapered
(Yeah, but you've gotta wait until I say: Also, a tin teardrop.)
(Again, beginning.)
Fast and bulbous!
(That's right, the mascara snake, fast and bulbous. Also, a tin teardrop)
Bulbous also tapered
(That's right)

Pena, her little head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
A turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach and view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later Band-Aided the area
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
And view the white pulps horribly large
In their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
And out of a blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck and rolls that clacked
And whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
And lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."