He paced inside the cage, from side to side,
hot eyes, two burning coals and well alight,
they were not needed here, as darkness was his guide
there was a force in him, it taunted him each night.
It was the last one,
but with grace
just prior to
I had a dream last night,
it was of bothersome dimensions.
To dwell on dreams
it always has
She had been diagnosed
and sent away,
the colony they said
would be a home,
Each night I fall asleep,
it is the true intent
to pull the sheets
up to my chin
Would you do me up dear, please?
Pull a little harder, they still growin'
Funny you should say this, they are not,
lard accumulates beneath a woman's skin
Doctor, doctor, how do you do?
Come and meet Skippy, the gray kangaroo.
Skippy and Joey, the one in the pouch,
Joey fell out and she now has an ouch.
It was his eightieth,
they let him out
Nowhere to go.
To heal the sick he said, the lord's ways are mysterious.
And off he went without my personal donation.
The papers couldn't print it soon enough, the healings,
and what a wonderful true servant of the Lord.