Dory: [Reading a door] Hey, look. "Esc-a-pay". Hey, it's spelled just like escape.
Sharks: [reciting] I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food.
Gill: To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.
Dory: [dreaming] Uhhh... the sea monkeys have my money... yes, I'm a natural blue...
Nigel: [quietly] Okay, don't make any sudden moves. Hop inside my mouth... if you want to live.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
Winnie the Pooh
Too many ads that try not to go over the reader's head end up beneath his notice.
(October 21, 1891 - June 07, 1971)
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.