If in Spain,
there on the plain,
we were to witness
the Super Insane
Cylindrical Rain,
Henry Higgins
would no longer reign
on this Supreme
Pizza.
Instead,
he would wander through Spain,
across the soggy plain,
pondering the Insane,
while the rain
ran down the cylinders.
And Eliza would complain
that no one bought her flowers.
And contemplate why life looks like a pizza.


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What else ya got, David? Life is many layered, melts my brain, and fills our tummies with love!
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