Had Black not told me to write this, I would've never fell asleep,
The horse never would've bit the cow,
and the mule would've never told the rat to go fishing.
Give me two minutes and I'm sure this'll be worth your time.
Unless you don't have two minutes, in which case,
You don't deserve my time. The time that I spent writing this,
is time spent breathing, and had I not breathed while writing this,
I'd probably still not have died yet.
So then there were three potatoes, of course I call them pototoes, don't ask why,
and the last mouse told me to grab them. But of course
me being a pilot and all,
told him to do it himself.
So you know what he did? He took the apple and ate it.
Didn't even bother sharing.
And so last night we completed the ceremony, flowers and all.
Left the coats to hang, and walked out the house into a place we called,