Alistair Was An Imaginator
Alistair was an imaginatorBrimming with creativation
He thoughted ideas that were never thont
And excelled at dreamification
He has an old hat he always wears
He says its for cerebrification
But really its just old newspaper pages
Folded in triangulation
He wears ties made of aluminum foil
Because they help with conceptifcation
His only shirt has an upside down pocket
To hold his innovitrations
One day in July or June or some such
While meandering his local train station
He was offered a job by a man in a suit
Some spokesman for a big corporation
"We need a thoughter of thinks," he said
"A genius at inventrimalation
We'll offer you all the money we have
And even a two week vacation!"
Alistair said yes of course he would join
Their quest for ponderication
So they gave him a desk, some pens and a pad
And waited for cerebrilimation.
Slowly weeks passed and they began to complain
About his lack of sellable-ations
And Alistair told them again and again
You can not rush the art of thoughtation.
But the company men grew tired
And in their utter frustration
They fired him there on the spot one day
In the name of reprioritization.
But Alistair didn't lament so much
About breaking the association
He knew his thonts just couldn't be thunk
Under such shrewd observation
So he returned back home to his inside out lab
Riding his new found elation
Happy to be on his own once again
To pursue his next cogitation
He knew he was better off by himself
Than chained to a stuffy work station
Because the art of dreaming and thinking up stuff
Has to be free of formal rulations
You know he's out there somewhere staring up at the sky
Lost in wishification
Because Alistair is an imaginator
Brimming with creativation
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-06-24 at 07:12
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