What The Things Are Doing

The bumblebees are clapping
For they did not have to go

And the butterflies are laughing
Because they spent all of their dough

The raspberries stay so skinny
All bundled up in lies

The cherries lack good spelling
“Vodka lemonade!” they cry

The loveseats come with crooked teeth
To nibble on your heels

While the strollers irk the innocent
Rolling by on stubborn wheels

Your eyes twist up your mindful face
In a funny, frittered way

And your tongue trips over wedding cake
Every second, song-filled day

What The Things Are Doing

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