This tale I tell is almost true
let me read it silently to you
It's history; so it's all correct
the facts are wrong - I've double checked!
Watching a heavy balloon; fly
'cross a low and towering sky
I took a hike across the floor
beyond the open bolted door
where the giant grains of sand
blew along a sheltered strand
while a fish sat clapping hands
listening to elastic bands
'neath the gloomy summer sky
two plastic chairs were piled high
I felt a muted trumpet blare
and blow my wig into the air
through a golden moon-lit morn
from this country; foreign-born
stationary I won the race
to find this crowded; empty place
come read about my tangled life
through the darkness - trouble and strife ...
Anecdotes; never over-sold
this my faithful history's bold
no tale as true as I've just told!
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