It looks bad.
Why was he out past 10 p.m.?
Buying vegetables to become one?
Kenneth never ran with the mumps…
Minivans never crash well,
Has anyone else noticed?
Trucks do, SUV’s too-usually…
Kenneth is in a coma.
Church, check!
Work, check!
Wife, check!
Coma, check!
Kenneth is in a coma,
And no one, not even the Mormons,
Can bring him out-
Magic Underwear fails sometimes.
Kenneth bought tomatoes,
He wanted fresh tomatoes!
He smashed the fresh tomatoes on
Four corners of his unconscious face.
No eggplant, nor mushrooms.
A few zucchini-why is that?
Did Kenneth feel a need to exceed?
The borders of his forced universe?
Kenneth is in a coma,
His wife remembers him with his best friend,
The gothic grocery clerk misses him-well almost!
Kenneth’s in a coma.
Tra la la la lurie,
Tra la la la lay,
Kenneth’s still in a coma,
On another Mother’s Day!
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