Frothing salmonella on the Adriatic Sea Someone locked the gate to dreamland and threw away the key I swallowed my umbrella, curled up in a Persian rug The rain came down for thirty days so into the earth I dug I never found any rainbows, ...no pots of gold Stranded in the station all alone I never reached that destination, I turned to go But I don't mind if I ever make it home I took the midnight train to Venice, sins of the carnival The gypsies turned on one another to keep their bellies full I bid farewell Prater, the meadows turned to snow Woke up in a warm legume with one place left to go I blew out the candle and forced myself to sleep Others shared the bed I made, daisies lined the street The cake defacing vandal, to the gondolier he spoke I wonder if the birthday girl would ever get the joke