I woke from slumber
and you asked of me:
Turn paper into
organs that can see.
You are making a
black horse pinata,
but as for the eyes
your skills had nada.
It’s odd making eyes
for something we’ll beat,
cuz it’s filled with
yummy stuff to eat.
But I made them though
and you put them on.
After a few strikes,
they will soon be gone.
