James Awakens in a Good Mood
The callethump in James’ brain
rose and fell o’er his mental terrain.
Who was the bride? Who was the groom?
Who was the clown with a red balloon?
Accustomed to eat his cereal
with thoughts sere and funereal,
why the epithalamium
in his venerable cranium?
Did he deserve unnerving joy?
Was he a lexographer’s toy
who could uncathect grumpiness
contemplating callethumpiness?
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