Maybe someday

Maybe someday
I will run away to Bombay
Or Timbuktu or Cathay
Or another place far away

Maybe I will drive to Mars
In one of those Smart Cars
While I'm eating  Mars Bars
And watching out for Quasars

Maybe someday I will
find a way that I can kill
Roaches on my window sill
They avoid me with such skill

Maybe someday I'll write a book
About ghosts and gobbledygook
And everyone will want to look
At the thing that time forsook

Maybe someday I won't agonize
On what to write at Protagonize
Maybe I'll just write in disguise
And wear a hat with fishing flies

The End

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