...A Rolling Stone Gathers No Tears

...This is fun...!!! - said the first ball as he rolled around his spherewhirled
...perfectly white and unhumanly lighte and brighte
...they rolled their seamless skin along the outer whirleds edges


...in an enclosed rollercoaster that moves and sways this ways and that ways
...upside down sure is funny when you roll at speed past a circular bunney
...having no control is a wonderful gift
...its like being at the top of tall building without any lift

...whichever way it moves they swish the opposite
...the kinectics of movement are on and just because of it
...they weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!!!
...and whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgh away...!!!

...insyde of the sun as it seems, their faces explode with unrivalled grins
...they know there is a worlde outside but this fun is too muche
...a worlde thats so far away anyhow they'll never want to touche

...looking out and staring so high their necks stretch and angle
...being uncontrollable is so bloodey dipsoidically-fandangle...!!!

...suddenly one ball stopped and brought all the others to stille
...he curled up in a, well, ball and started to feel a feel
...he felt a sensation that never visited him before
...as he moved no more upon this clear white floor

...he said he felt as if his tummach was giddey and alive with bees and worms
...each of his friends touched and felt him but no-one seemed too concerned
...and as they pondered his verrye wordes he spoke so verrye softly unto them
..."do you suppose there could be people like us on the insyde of me...???"