My dad is german chocolate
My mom red velvet cake...
Eyes are dry, my palms are sweaty
My clicking finger tired, but steady...
THE MANY SPACES BETWEEN YOU AND ME
I love coffee and you love tea, when we go camping...
I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...
I sincerely wish the noble crows
had kept their feet to themselves...
No longer whistles do I hear
When construction zones I'm walking near...
The fifth month is always special in Arua,
The Sweetest Place on Earth...
In our party
you have to petrify all pirates...
I think I would benefit more with
chocolate chip cookies than I do...
Today
I'm feeling itchy...
I would ask, if only on my deathbed
For a day where all the power is gone...
She tries to be a lady
but her moods are often shady...