Leaping over a lounging lizard,
In the middle of a raging blizzard,
Is not a pastime I’d encourage,
Even if you took my luggage.
If you ask me for the time,
I would say it’s not a crime,
But don’t expect an accurate telling,
And never grade me on my spelling.
Do you think there is some truth
To what they say but never prove?
Is it where I put it last,
Inside a bucket of plaster caste?
Bottom loud handkerchief walking often
Leaning beep chosen barn taxicab once
Realize meeting heavy Michael leaving
Motion moon dump truck entry opened
Pill chink feelings green ape crease upon
Living shot emblem tornado clinging me
Blender establishment ship softly nuke
Focus freely fun isolation minutia marks
Heaped hatchery virus bulletin free tack
Billing reach range Lilliputian psychotic
I was walking down an alley, and when I got to the end of the alley, I jumped up and over the wall. When I landed on my feet on the other side I realized I had entered a lush garden with grass, flowers, bushes and trees. The pathway was made of brick, and there were pools and fountains here and there among the vegetation.
I walked around a little bit, and, looking down into one of the pools, I noticed it was quite deep. I stepped up onto the brick border around the pool, then leaped in, feet first. As I suspected, I sunk down pretty far. I swam around a bit, then came up for a breath. When I did, I was quite surprised.
The beautiful garden was gone. In its place was a factory, with giant machines all around. There were also huge vats sunk into the concrete floor. The vats were made of a thick glass, and I could see a short way into each vat from inside one of the vats, which is where I was. I propped myself up on the side of the vat I was in, and lifted myself out of the vat.