by Father Humour
Seven men knocked on my door.
All at the same time
They stepped from the blackness,
quite quickly. And withdrew backwards.
They clanked their broken heels as they
withdrew into gigantic apples
from which they had initially stepped.
These giant apples, when the men had
returned, shook with a great might,
They vibrated and heaved eventually
rocketting sideways, dissapearing into
5 mile wide bear's mouths. One each.
The bears, who were sleeping, coughed
and apologised to me, saying "Mate
were real good but... " and they shrugged
all seven of them.
And as they did my vest caught fire.