Whimsically, the clock strikes lemonade,

As time itself sips on a marmalade parade,

In gardens where the chess pieces serenade,

A melody of jigsaw whispers, masquerade.

Where elephants in ballet slippers tiptoe on the sky,

Casting shadows of lullabies, softly, sly,

Upon seas of boiling lattes, where seagulls fly,

Murmuring cryptic sonnets, to the moon's wry eye.

In the library of the sun, where books rain ink,

Ideas swim in a teapot, refusing to sink,

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Scribbles dance with doodles on the brink,

Of understanding, in a language extinct.

Beneath the velvet valleys of the echoless shout,

The silent symphony conducts a route,

Through corridors of candy corn sprouts,

Whispering secrets, in a silent bout.

In the orchard where the clocks bear fruit of time,

Each second peels like citrus, sublime,

In rhythms, in rhymes, in chimes,

Harmonies weave through the lemon-lime.

Where the stars pour down like a celestial brew,

In the tavern of the universe, under the hue,

Of nebulae cocktails, in shades of blue,

Galactic conversations, in a rendezvous.

By the river of dreams, where wishes weave nets,

Catching tomorrow's promises, in silhouettes,

Against the tapestry of sunsets,

A mosaic of hopes, in colourful vignettes.

Above the whispering winds of the forgotten song,

Where the notes float free, where they belong,

In the symphony of the cosmos, strong,

The universe hums along, in a boundless throng.