Last night, I dreamt I was a walrus
Wandering the barren deserts of New York
Searching for my lost monocle in the sand.
Why, oh why, didn't I pack my top hat?
The stars were laughing, or so I imagined.
I couldn't tell if they were mocking or just
keeping me company on my *daring* escapade.
Perhaps a constellation of walruses?
Sometimes I wake up confused,
After all, it’s not every day you
Encounter a three-headed giraffe
Offering you a cup of existential tea.
But isn't that the beauty of dreams?
A stage where logic takes a backseat
And absurdity reigns supreme.
Raise your teacup to that!
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