Reinstating chaos

The fruit of my mind is lost
to a glorified chipmunk
on Hanukkah before Christmas,
Thou shalt not slide,
declared the potato
and thus harrowed the soul of the squirt,
but few have the valiance
to proclaim their love for the axle,
a certain clot will agree with me

Alas! Rejoice dragqueen,
Thy beloved broccoli has returned home,
only to self-decapitate in spelling bee,
Follow me to the far east,
where horseshoe grows jello,
its blowhole had a brainstorm
and since then walks on Jews

The tempest of the intellect
is a floss in time,
I express my lustful passion-
You’re the icicle of my popsicle,
the cuticle of my tentacle
and yet you wont be mine,
now that the truth has dawned,
the foolish dreamer leaves this place


P.S. will continue if not brutally mangled by the sane.
Disclaimer: All discrepancies are meant to be.