I guess your out of ideas
So I have one for you...
Looking into my tea cup
I see the leftover leaves...
May the ghosts of grinders find you
and in every tea cup haunt you...
I like cups of tea
Coffee can be disgusting...
Child comes racing home
unzipping as he enters...
Rubber necking at
girls in their summer clothing...
Don't tell me I've tried
when in deed I've fallen with a thud...
Fifty two little faces
Fifty two friends...
I have a squared head
My face blushing red...
Three curious minds
prepared our goldfish...
God don't like Hondas
Thoughts of yonder...
It takes two socks
To make a pair...