It was like a teetering house of cards,
A contortionist strumming a ukulele,
A gorilla raging in someone’s attic,
A car graveyard frantic to get back
On the interstate highway in a tornado,
Tolstoy’s beard in his mad old age,
General Custer’s stuffed horse…
What was? I ask myself and have no idea,
But it’ll come to me one of these days.