Homer nuzzles me with his soft yellow face
It feels much like a warm, wet sponge
The wet, soft face like a waterlogged sponge
The avocado shaped blue arse, well
Can I tell you right now that shaving that arse
Was like shaving an air balloon

There is nothing much going on here
I see a Sumo wrestler weeping in a green dress
And I feel suddenly that there will be a storm
For the leaves are bending and weeping
The sky is full of green light
His face is very soft and yellow
His face smiling up at me now
There is green, green light everywhere
I cannot really go anywhere as such