I like swimming and trimming, that’s apart from the singing,
Some could be sinning, while the hats keep brimming,
The piper felt, a jingle in his pocket
He looked at the paper. It was a sort of docket.
After a tune, he saw a crowd he could flock it
Then he looked at his watch and didn’t mock it
It was nice to know. When he stepped out the snow,
That the snowman’s dust, was his own fair business,
As he gathered around, a group fearsome and sound,
It was a wizard’s take, he was not on the make,
Instead, he found a small way, to make the best of the day,
Without making hay, or taking snacks from his tray.
He laid down in a jiffy, a small order for ‘sippy,’
Not a moment was trippy,
Nor was it hippie
And he made for the door
Like the earth has a core
Then he founded a kiss,
And sent out thoughts like his.
To find a number one place, is like tennis to ace,
There is art to behold, and photography sold,
Why take away the numbers,
From the cool cucumbers?
Why not add them in,
Like into a bin,
Rather records ‘en masse,’
Than one album and pass,
That would make a scene
especially good,
When the number one place,
Is where he once stood,
And the suit fit the wearer,
Not one person could tear a
Zip from a cloth, watch all caps doff.
The gathering said,
“Set your sail for the best,
You can help me with my quest,
Should they arrive as a form of clarity,
Sums of excellence from your charity.”
That was the point that she made,
No matter how green the jade,
The coldest touch from the air,
Was clay to build a pair
Of walls to check,
And then he could slide and not trek.
And the gathering said,
“Set your sail for the best,
You can help me with my quest,
Should they arrive as a form of clarity,
Sums of excellence from your charity.”
Then the number one place was always a top line joint,
Officialdom waned, as new phrases were coined.
Look. Collars on shirts
There is an absence of mirth,
There needs to be silly pity, to work in the city,
Sometimes I call up the Saints,
Or the equivalent paints,
The ones that are new, still give thanks to the few,
Without dropping slang,
I know that patience grew,
He developed fish for the tank,
And spoke of words to be true,
But then the quick rhyme splutter, turned to bread and butter,
The faster scheme, led to shutter and shutter,
Bringing down to their towns, disagreeing with frowns,
And if he heard critics, they were hysterical clowns,
Unable to put it out loud,
Only bouncing around, to a new bass sound,
That was strictly for those, who couldn’t handle their prose,
With so much else to do, memories forgotten too,
A simple plan, was too much for this man,
Now we’ve forgotten about Odin,
Replacing him with a toad in
The band of frog,
Bounce around like you know him,
Memories and troubles, all forgotten at night,
They named a club after a condition,
What? He needed more perdition.
The blending of juices, to make the ultimate health food,
Forget it and go, why didn’t he feel health, so rude?
And the gathering said,
“Set your sail, for the best,
You can help me with my quest,
Should they arrive as a form of clarity,
Sums of excellence from your charity.”
She couldn’t wear a bin liner, only to refine her,
She wore an LBD,
A Little Black Dress
Should you learn a little more
Or give out with the rest?
Gradually knitting it together
All the boa with feather,
All the people showing out
Looking at heather,
It was the hairstyle that went the extra mile,
Avoid heat with a minx,
She sits there and blinks.
With reportage, he is spinning and wheeling a presentation.
The gathering said,
“Set your sail for the best,
You can help me with my quest,
Should they arrive as a form of clarity,
Sums of excellence from your charity.”
