It happened that day
she picked up a strange pussy willow.
Her head swelled up white
and a soft as a pillow.
Her skin, which had turned
all flaky and rotten,
was now replaced
with 100% cotton.
Through her organs and torso
she sprouted like wings,
a beautiful set
of matress and springs.
It was so terribly strange
that I started to weep.
But at least after that
I had a nice place to sleep
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Poems By Tim Burton
PoesiaIn that amazing mind of Tim Burton is a place I love to call my calm space. His creative poems and story's take life's troubles away and that's what I love. join me and read his amazing poems and maybe you'll see what I mean.
