110. Beating Up An Onion

Beating up an onion on my way to mars we saw a drunken lemon towel playing drums with the stars The drumsticks were pure silver made from the ears of dogs the sheep they lost were still mewing cleaning the feet of logs The wood gave off a green shelf which they smashed in one with a spoon and from the ashes of air they sank a purple moon From the moon they made a barrel mixed with half a cherry of beer and if the old cat listens closely then he can still hear the cows cheer The cattle were chocolate assasins which melted in the light of the dark and all their tails were melon beaters made specially by a gold shark The shark was chosen by the radio goats to lead an army of rakes in to battle with a football bully and his glass nosed snake The snake ran away from the fight between the mouse and the bell I think that means it’s over for the carrot in its shell