I have been accused of writing this under the influence of substances.

A place like Lear
In the jingly jangly tangle mead where the tangled bootlace dwells
and the noodle cock with the tartan beak sings the morning sunset bells

where there lives a friendly custard frog who listens for every sight
as he swims around in the vinegar pond till he hears the grass turn white

and the white grass calls at the vinegars edge in shades of orange and pink
and dangles its roots in the cool night air where the frog climbs out to drink

what a handsome place is this to find and to live for a day and a night
with the custard frog and the noodle cock on a rather pink lawn which is white

sounds very hallucinogenic if you ask me. you have'nt been importing those toads from papua new guinea have you doug

He was eating funny little apples from the floor outside the cave at Coppy farm (that's actually true).

I expect they had some effect lol

how that bloody man is'nt dead i'll never know