I was riddled and piddled
and diddlelysquated.
Then birthly sent herthward
all crazled and potted.

Deturned to this inverse
disbeveled, believered
from a world so squartangled
to here so sphereited.

When grounding this roundling
rehausted, walked balkward
stalkward, for mirth now
blackward devolved.

blackward, for sun night
seemed darker, was starker,
for noon ray was moon bright
and dusk light was none.

The racemen who bound me
were minder than found me
though the finders were miners
reminders of me.

mine meanly perceived me
deceived me with sighs
crying, “story’s falstastic
to prosilitize!!!”

I lingered to longing
tears crawled up my muzzle
yet no convict confessed me
nor desolved me my puzzle.

I’m ill to a dizzy
my mind glowing black,
to a splace not this mazy,

I WANT TO GO BACK.