Abstract thoughts in random pattern br Bouncing off the rings of Saturn - br In a galaxy far, far away; br Some would say 'she's out to lunch! ' br Her grape's no longer in the bunch, br One sandwich short of a picnic lunch - br And I say that's OK; br Cause all those thoughts make one smart cookie br This poetess, she ain't no rookie, br All ya gotta do is take one lookie - br She's got her head on straight! br My thoughts, tho' strange, belong to me br But if you're nice, I'll let you see br Just how strange those thoughts may be - br If you dare to read my mind.