Here we have two missionariesback from some obscure locale.What ailing them no dictionarydefinition rings a bell.
Reminiscing with each other,dining at a swank hotel,their plight recited to their Brotherwith the promise he won’t tell.
Kidnapped deep within the jungle,natives cast a voodoo spell.Just which part they must have bungledwas impossible to tell.
But the next day, to their horror,growing round and parallel,both their heads had turned to flora.Who was who was hard to tell.
Says one of them, “We realizeyou are thinking we’re unwell.But we find, if we fertilize,ideas begin to swell.
Now whether we’re a miracleor something straight from Hell,if pruned to roughly sphericalwe blossom rather well.”
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