Gazing into otherness on Wednesday
Having splish-splashed my brand-new mop
The floor was gleaming brightly
Suddenly the streetlights went flip-flop
As if on cue the colours flashed and thrashed
All over my new mopped floor
When the scene turned shades of oily green
Too dangerous to run for the door
Word went around about the trick
That turned the room into reality's swop
Trading places at chessboard speed
Where a knight ran away with my mop
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