In Stardust We Trust, by Iggy & Copilot

  The Power of Make Believe     Cigarettes and ashtrays and make believe,    Cotton candy, apple sauce, hard liquor,   Tombs full of gold, sealed with a curse,    And a cradle high up on a bough.     I was wondering who farted ,    Then I realized I was the only person in the room,    So, it had to be me. Yet is a fart laid by someone when no one else is around really a fart?     These and other things occur to me when I think of the power of make believe.   Nothing is real and substantially less material than reality that is too gross an idea to endure.                                                                                          ...

Greetings, fellow adventurers and lovers of verse, In the tapestry of tales we weave, some threads shimmer more mysteriously than others. Recently, I came across a captivating snippet shared by one of our own, a poem that dances on the edge of reality and imagination: "I saw a spy On the fourth of July He looked at the sky As the colors flew by." This enchanting verse, reminiscent of a surreal encounter, sparked my curiosity. It carries with it a blend of whimsy and a hint of the uncanny, much like our beloved Iggy the Dwarf. The mention of Canadian spelling adds an intriguing layer, hinting at the cultural nuances that color our shared narratives.