Knock knock

Who's there?

Mark

Mark Who?

Marco Polo


Knock knock

Who's there?

Illusion

Illusion who?

Maybe you!


Socks was walking around

It was a good day

To be a pair of stripy socks

Looking real good

Hot hot hot!


Socks that glow in the night

With toes that have eyes

If they get closer it is wise

To do perfect foot rubs

Then they will notice

And fall in love.

What is known about logic,

assuming it as cold and empty is missing the point of it

Logic is pure in a way though not religious

As to see as is with no paint or judgments

Perhaps deeper than passing thoughts

Intelligence 

Mints..

Alice was pouting with pleasure

As her dream man descended the stairs

She rolled her eyes then threw her dice

This was a matter of Sugar and Spice Girls

With a triumphant smile she entered

The space age

Then bob wraith came by and replied

Give him time or

Come to my haunted mansion for

Gossiping

Gossiping

Poor Alice so sad grabbed a lollipop

This one had magic

And extra sugar

Then she exploded and rearranged herself

With a new set of jaws

And mints

I do nothing and a thong hits me!

With a look to the past

I say past


As in pat tense

And

Pretty much gone

To vanish

And be on its

Merry way

To some special unknown

Place

On some elevator

Going up or

Down!