This (Nonsense) Tale
This tale I tell is almost true let me read it silently to youIt's history; so it's all correctthe facts are wrong - I've double checked!Watching a heavy balloon; fly'cross a low and towering skyI took a hike across the floorbeyond the open bolted doorwhere the giant grains of sandblew along a sheltered strandwhile a fish sat clapping handslistening to elastic bands'neath the gloomy summer skytwo plastic chairs were piled highI felt a muted trumpet blareand blow my wig into the airthrough a golden moon-lit mornfrom this country; foreign-bornstationary I won the raceto find this crowded; empty placecome read about my tangled lifethrough the darkness - trouble and strife ... Anecdotes; never over-soldthis my faithful history's boldno tale as true as I've just told!