The little man inside my skull
who makes me write some rather dull
and even boring diatribes
has just this morning sent some vibes
A letter from a friend
Tidbits of news,
the local flood
God, will you help me just today?
I am confronted by a velvet skinned young maiden.
Or should I say presented with her by the grace of...YOU?
I always knew
that some day
I would find you
and love you.
Rhyme and meter
those who do
(maybe you?) .
'Doway, doway', the soldier shouted,
moving them on with much impatience,
they were not able to go any faster,
kids, handwagons and their lives' belongings
The doctor said 'now listen Bob,
your illness is the serious kind,
and when I turn this silver knob
on your machine you soon will find
And all she left him
was that pink old garter belt.
then went to Flagstaff.