She wandered through the garden fence    and said, 'I've brought at great expense    a potion guaranteed to bring    relief from all your suffering.'    And though I said, 'You don't exist,'    she grasped me firmly by the wrist    and threw me down upon my back    and strapped me to her torture rack    And, without further argument    I found my mind was also bent    upon a course so devious    it only made my torment worse       She said, 'I see you cannot speak    is it your voice that is too weak?    Is it your tongue that is to blame?    Maybe you cannot speak for shame.    Or has your brain been idle too,    and now it will not think for you?'    I hastened to make my reply    but found that I could only lie    And like a fool I believed myself    and thought I was somebody else    But she could see what I was then    and left me on my own again