Guides are unnecessary, sweeping vistas meaningless,
unless you count the time-traveling hedgehogs that insist on small talk.
Hope you remembered your umbrella; it's raining pancakes.
Follow the signs that read:
“This Way to the North Pontoon Needle Assembly Convention”
with the River left behind and the universe vowing to cooperate.
Did you hear they finally banned sloths from the taco stands?
Rumor has it they’ve opened a squirrel-operated grammar school in retaliation.