We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...
Birdy Birdy,
In the sky...
Wee wee fishy fishy
Will ya jump into my arms...
I awake to the dread of what waits for me...
Dishes and laundry piled up, the floor boards...
There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...
6 July 2009
10:58am...
Agility days are cold and wet
And rarely ever sunny...
Pierrot never falls
he sits on the moon so tall...
You divide it by 3
You ad it by 4...
There once was a turd put to the test
who stunk poetically at his best...
I am the Woolie Panini, freshly pressed but now...
I ask, "where have all my dressings...
There was a stunning beau-tea from Boston
who often drank herbal tea from Roston...