It was just before dawn
when St. Nick did arrive
as he stifled a yawn
took a swig to revive
...
I dreamed about my giant shoes
one morning when I had the blues
I put them on and laced them tight
soon I felt ready for a fight.
...
They hung him at the crack of Dawn.
No big to-do, no time for folks to gather,
a rope was taken from the man's own saddle
and within minutes he was swaying in the breeze.
...
Tonight the conversation is
let's say productive,
and somewhat lively,
all words are spoken
...
'Twas early in the morning when I woke.
An eerie silence had so sneakily descended,
or was it the perception of a loss,
a novel emptiness, unknown to me 'til now?
...
Wer eine Mutter hat die lacht
und selbst sich manche Freude macht,
die morgens aufsteht und erst gaehnt
und dann so nebenbei erwaehnt
...
And it rained so much that Spring day
that all the angels did run out of tears.
Tom was a tiny little tomato plant,
a real runt, cute but with a hunchback,
...
The coward always
hides underneath the bushes
with other vermin.
...
A pelican sat by the pier
was waiting for some fish
he searched afar, he searched anear
and made a secret wish.
...
We have a new clown in this town
whose ragged old nickers are brown
all the writing is limp
as if penned by a wimp
...