Hark! I See a Windsock Good golly, what's that over there? Is it not a windsock? The foaming bulge of its majesty Reminds me of a hat I once wore But I won't go into that here Strange myriad of frog-like spume Your tentacles swell in the vacant breeze And you stand so proud, like the aforementioned hat That I said I wasn't going to mention again But look? there is more than one! It is a tetralogy of windsocks And they remind me of a film I once saw About a chemist who was losing his hair Oh, huge swinging hammock of the skies You make my life worthwhile Oh beauteous dryad of weather testing equipment I'm going to take pictures of you with my camera Hark! I see a windsock In fact I think there's four A wondrous sight, these bulging kings They remind me of a hat I once wore.Birth sign: Aquarius
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