Each morn in the dawn I wake up to see Fluffy straight lines in the sky Some running parallel and others across But the question I’m asking is why So I knelt down by my bedside to pray
Some time ago you told me that You’d kept everything I gave yer Whatever else you might have done This is strange behaviour You’ve got a boat, there’s a bridge you made
“Do you believe in mermaids?” asked Don. I was too surprised at the question to say anything at first. Don’s eyes had a dreamy look as he went on without waiting for an answer.
I know a lovely poetess Her poetry causes me distress That I relieve with sobs and tears And paper hankies So to mop up tearful issues That affect my water works I have devised a strategy