Here's a story to be told
Before the memory grows old
About a famous (or infamous) if you prefer it
The Bicycle Bandit.
Captured by her mind's eye
As only she can see
Another world captured against a radiant sky
Creatures of land and of the sea.
My friend said,
"I get my best thoughts
On my back in bed."
Looking across the verdant green
Grass growing everywhere it seems
Just emerging from winter's sleep
Soon to be ankles and knees deep.
Let me deceive you, let me count the ways
Because food is what we consume all life's days
Recount the contents of the larder
Those in which are clearly imprinted for a starter.
Up at four
And out the door
Get things done
For' th' rising sun
Was at the bank making a deposit
Didn't have my checkbook
She said, 'No problem.'
Your driver's license please.
You'll learn real respect,
If you mess with fire ants.
They attack in numbers when enraged
The poison injected results in a blister