Just a bed, like any other
Head up one end
and if you are lucky
Feet down the other
Kings Bed
On Dating Mice Rats Men and Bats
I don't know who I'll end up, with
A name’s a name
At present, they say its a rats game
I love my pet
Joey
The Rat
He doesn't bite me
Even though I love him, way to much
Men are snakes
Enough said, enough.
They eat up rats
Like us girls eat up buttercups
This uniform is like no other
This platform, my soap stand.
We all grow up.
Buttercups in hair
Shinning son, solar bear
Earth feels love today
Little things
Big things
Rain to come again
Pain a mouthful
That tares (not braces)
Tears a windfall for our way
Reborn again
Words and men!
Love a cylinder
Kaleidoscope
At night bats pray
Forgetting about the day
When the men went off
To burry
The devil.
Good men, good women
Now long forgotten troubles
Step gently over the rubble
Not two world wars at all
Just one moral victory
Reverberations of which are still being accounted for.
Forgive me my misdemeanours
I've no legal recourse but to the lord.
A name’s a name
At present, they say its a rats game
I love my pet
Joey
The Rat
He doesn't bite me
Even though I love him, way to much
Men are snakes
Enough said, enough.
They eat up rats
Like us girls eat up buttercups
This uniform is like no other
This platform, my soap stand.
We all grow up.
Buttercups in hair
Shinning son, solar bear
Earth feels love today
Little things
Big things
Rain to come again
Pain a mouthful
That tares (not braces)
Tears a windfall for our way
Reborn again
Words and men!
Love a cylinder
Kaleidoscope
At night bats pray
Forgetting about the day
When the men went off
To burry
The devil.
Good men, good women
Now long forgotten troubles
Step gently over the rubble
Not two world wars at all
Just one moral victory
Reverberations of which are still being accounted for.
Forgive me my misdemeanours
I've no legal recourse but to the lord.
For Grace
I leapt out of bed
With a whistle in my step
Crashed right into the damn wall
That is not the side of the bed I usually get out of
But that is how the mormon's test your faith
Bumped but still Whistling the kettle boils
I lap up my caffiene like its a chore
The after affects makes typing more commando ish
My heart singing "Oh mon amore"
I don't know why I typed when the garden
Looked like it was the biggest chore
Then theres fiftyferken children sitting round the table
Daddy give us more!
So off to work I stumbled
Bumbled but not beat
The man at the factory looked factually down
At my two very odd feet
The time chime had rung fifteen minutes before
But not so bad is he to lash or dismiss me
Whistling dixie, I got down to my chores
Then days end did come
As it seems to most days
So I could return once more
To the one whom I adore
Ah mon amore
Mon amore
With a whistle in my step
Crashed right into the damn wall
That is not the side of the bed I usually get out of
But that is how the mormon's test your faith
Bumped but still Whistling the kettle boils
I lap up my caffiene like its a chore
The after affects makes typing more commando ish
My heart singing "Oh mon amore"
I don't know why I typed when the garden
Looked like it was the biggest chore
Then theres fiftyferken children sitting round the table
Daddy give us more!
So off to work I stumbled
Bumbled but not beat
The man at the factory looked factually down
At my two very odd feet
The time chime had rung fifteen minutes before
But not so bad is he to lash or dismiss me
Whistling dixie, I got down to my chores
Then days end did come
As it seems to most days
So I could return once more
To the one whom I adore
Ah mon amore
Mon amore
Last edited by JiminyC on Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:57 am, edited 1 time in total.
[I've only read the second one]. I enjoyed it. Sounds rather like a song, one that would be fun to sing.