Friday, 20 September 2013

a bit silly

time to do something a bit odd
the rhymes i spill are ht rhymes of god
let the fun flow through ye
float like the bumblebee
i spy a a little pig that flies
I bet flying pig bacon tastes really nice
run from the scary ghoul
send him back to his ghoul school
its not the time for freaks and frights
this is the time to make rhymes oh so tight
put down that funny little object
or use of it now leads me to object
rhymes of the same word are fine
i'll be more creative down the line
dcosta coffee do very nice drinks
and always clik on dem internet links
but lets not forget why we are here
to remind me i must hear your joyous cheer
i am merely the conduit for joy
the world is your oyster, words are your toy
aha! Indeed a wonderful cheer to right my wrong
i feel  i could compose all night long, the spark of passion glows very strong
the night is still young
and silver be my tongue
its time to go where no one can know
in which there is only one way to go
up
rise into the clouds and hold onto your hat
dont look down and prepare to be flat
there is no down here
nor there nor here
but is really late
and my mind is sate
so for now we end this tale of whimsy
as I'm starting to feel a little bit mimsy

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