There was a retiree named Graham
who dreamt he was unprepared for an exam.
"What a dream, you fool!
You're sixty years out of school,
and still have an impulse to cram!"
A hypnotic subject entered a trance,
then clucked like a chicken and danced.
"I didn't even ask
you perform these tasks,"
said the hypnotist, looking askance.
A drunken old idealist philosopher
got pulled over by a "pos'lif ossifer."
"Oh, can't you see,
my true self 's a tree,
and you can't justly jail a conifer!"
A mystic sought to be one with all things,
but couldn't make it, allowing no strings,
"I'm a little bit torn:
one with rose equals thorn,
and one with bees invites many a sting."
Four Athenian youths fled out to the trees,
lacking the love geometry to put hearts at ease.
It might've been tragic,
but Puck worked his magic.
They returned by twos, not ones or threes.
The youth sought to forge a utopia,
but suffered a kind of myopia.
They built a grand city,
but the people were shitty.
That's how you make a gleaming dystopia.
A couple went to Victoria Falls
to see its splendor with their own eyeballs,
but when they got near
they squinted and peered
but all they saw was a foggy, gray wall!
The kids struck out for the white sands of Cancun,
but to avoid throngs they went at high noon.
A crowd, there was not.
It was so freakin' hot
that each and every last one of them swooned.
There was a fine singer from Nashville
who couldn't ever get on a show bill.
Others sang of their trucks,
but he drove a Prius.
So, relating through song was a task, uphill.
There was a rich man from Houston
who sought a nice pad to roost in.
He soon found his lair,
and worked right downstairs.
And, thus, felt the ups and downs of Houston.