My heart will say near every day:
Please buy me a new bonnet;
My feet are nice and toasty-warm,
My head has nothing on it.
My lungs will cry as time goes by:
Why don't you give up smoking?
I gaily cough my stern reply:
You must be bloody joking!
Comments
RachelPatricia | June 10, 2010 - 20:10
Bonkers, yes, but also brilliant :)
Skunk | June 10, 2010 - 20:47
Cor, fanks!
insertponceyfre... | June 10, 2010 - 22:31
shuddering at the idea of what my organs would say
RachelPatricia | June 11, 2010 - 00:53
My thoughts exactly! Think you've got us all worrying with this one, Skunk! :o)
RachelPatricia | June 11, 2010 - 13:40
Congrats on the cherry, just seen it, well deserved :)
Mangone | June 11, 2010 - 19:04
My heart is full near every day,
Yet struggles not to sonnet,
My feet are sore from carrying me,
My mind has nothing on it.
My lungs will cry as time goes by,
A habit I call singing
Yet still I’m stuck within a dream:
Something’s bloody clinging!