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Little Lucy Noose
Was a very silly goose;
With a long, long neck,
And a loud, loud laugh.
On that long, long neck,
Was a golden necklace,
A Necklace of Joy.
It has thirty charms of silver
That went:
Tlick
Tlack
Tlock
Little Lucy Noose
Was a very scary moose;
With a big, big, big antlers
And sharp, sharp, sharp eyes.
Strung about those antlers
Were nigh a thousand dreams.
Good dreams, bad dreams,
Mediocre dreams too.
And not a single one of them
Made a single lick o’ sense.
When they hit together
They went:
Tlick
Tlack
Tlock
Little Lucy Noose
Itty bitty,
Teeny tiny,
Squinty winty,
Lucille Eleanor Noose.
With a necklace of Noise
‘Round her neck.
Deafening noise that screams:
Tlick
Tlack
Tlock
So loud it makes your ears bleed.
When Little Lucy Noose
Opens her mouth,
Science comes out.
Sometimes it’s biology,
Sometimes it’s baking.
From psychology to quantum phases.
It falls out in such a way that:
Makes your eyes and nose bleed,
That makes your mind curl ‘round a hot metal rod
And comes out in neat li’l ringlets,
That makes your body hurt worse than anything,
So bad your nerves and muscles just give out,
That makes you so sick that your mind fades to dust
And tells you things that just don’t make sense.
Her skin is bronze.
Her blood is mercury.
Her organs, salt.
Her bones, iron.
Her vision stares so far that
She could tell you how many eyelashes Lady Andromeda has.
Maybe ask her, Lucy Noose
Why she stands on the event horizon of knowledge,
Adn see if your pores bleed at her answer.