Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty … Continue reading I was thinking
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or where I will smell the salt air exclaiming; so long to bewildering scenes of why declaring; yes, we share in the lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled
An old lady turned one hundred and three Good for her age although she couldn’t see We drank for good cheer (She had one for each year) Ending up under the table with me
I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
There was a young man named Blewitt Who stood on a hilltop in Druitt He measured its height And said with delight It’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it! picture courtesy of https://www.intofilm.org/films/16055
A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
There once was a fellow from Surrey Who said; it’s coming – oh shit, what a worry He felt his butt take a turn And thunder and churn I better get to the loo in a hurry
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink - And when he woke he was wearing a thong
I knew a conceited young woman named Pat Who had trouble describing her cat She’s big I suppose With a really long nose So like you then; a liar and fat
