Where Robot Mice And Robot Men Run Round In Robot Towns. Ray Bradbury

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I bed with my bumblebee honeycomb cat for the night

      And the sound of the snow grows in heart-murmur patterns yet dimmer

      And the one thing I hear in deep sleep is the motor of cat:

      What sound’s that?

      Long-lost summer.

      Oh, pantry Deeps’ miscellany

      Bestirs boy’s victual villainy,

      Unwaters mouth of innocence,

      Unshucks the soul of reticence;

      For in the deeps of snowbin sweets

      And hung-banana jungle treats

      We wandered as a jump-squirrel boy

      To amble, maunder, ponder, toy

      With jellies, jams and other pelf

      From apple-cherry-berry shelf,

      And read the names and wondered how

      Clown doughnuts lay in such deep snow;

      And took cosmetic chocolate-chips

      To draw moustache on virgin lips.

      And full of candied avarice

      Blacked-out our teeth with licorice,

      And grinned like devilled ham at self

      Preserved in mirror-jars on shelf

      And saw our eyes gone berry-blue

      As all the jams this summer grew,

      And bright our lips as cherry sins

      And ripe our smile as pumpkin grins;

      And full our mind of murder/slaughter

      But clean our breath as menthol water

      That in the dripped night, dark and still

      The old dog laps from icebox sill.

      Boy Pope behold! Dog Bishop see!

      Twin celebrants in dark pantry

      Where all the pontiff’s orbs are kept:

      Crabapple multitudes, sweet slept.

      Confessional the cubby seems

      Where dog and boy feed naked dreams

      And wash it all in innocence

      From parsley/pickle/peppermints,

      To in the half-lit wild of dawn

      Uncoil in cartwheels on the lawn

      And teach drab cats to catnip take

      And Christian fasts call forth and break.

      Then up the stairs the saved child creeps

      And icebox-hid the sly dog sleeps

      And none to know their midnight sins

      Are stashed and slept in pantry bins.

      And what the moral in this lies?

      Stop boys. Leash dogs. Swat bugs. Squash flies.

      Prohibit such from pantry reach,

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