| Shall I refer thee to a summers day? |
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| by me |
| The beach is yellow
my toes are pink I whip ot a napkin and stop... for a donut dipsomania drownin sorrows away while the blue blue sea drowns the old invalid Pineapples hanging from the trees a man playing a tuba suddenly... I real ise Im not half the man I used to be The refrigerator whinnied into silence after 11 years of storing bottomless yet worthwhile love letters Pink Pollowcase, Brass monkey... That funky monkey The early morning bell has sounded What, What, what.... Genre! The small orange bean with the off black tie; symbolises My contempt for all that is squidgey Tie a school tie around the monkey puzzle tree if my paridise is visible to thee I must remember When in doubt That the school around the corners just the same, pull a wheelie, always pass the dutchie to the left Bees Bees with honey sweet patter patter of there feet The make honey but sting they do thats.. not funny Theres something about the way you look tonight babe Nice words can only yield, nice and stuff. The way you look is as sweet as peanut butter and jam, ookey ookey Jingle bells When I think of life and death, the man on the moon has it easy. |
