Overshadow
There is Lettice and Lovage by Shaffer,
But black knights and Lancelot are tougher;
Children singing cílíum, actínium
And crispy chocolate serum;
The burning sky and lightning storm change
With noises of, it´s awfully strange!
Sheep slowly crossing along the way
And waving dolls in a row waiting to play;
Eyebrows standing in a strand
And chubby babies swimming to a foreign land;
Now, the airplanes flying without wings
Swap to shameless widows with insinuating swings;
Twelve angry men are standing backdoor
While a strange laugh sounds outdoor;
A fussy sound so distante, like a yawn
And suddenly I woke up and everything was gone...
