Dug a tunnel through the air, through the stifle wet smog;

Propped it strong, spread it wide, with fickle dust logs;

Tossed a penny through the gape, seemed like it should hold.


Levered over my window sill and crawled along inside;

Brought my tools, brought my means, carved it big and wide;

I scurried over the buzzing town and they never heard it!


If I built a tunnel from my window to yours –

Would you use it, too, would you use it as it’s for?

Or would you just deny it, and label me plain odd?


Well, then, I guess it’s all for the best,

Perhaps you didn’t deserve my inventive bent.

So I’ll sit, I’ll wait, for you above the unaffected town.

The End

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