Mid-Day At The Mercado
(To the tune of Midnight at the Oasis...
My old friend was very keen
on rigid flexibility...
Picnics were made for rain
I’ll put it into this ballad...
Nothing reduces
to groveling crybaby...
Are you in a State of Flux?
No,* Mein Schatz, you won’t find it on any of...
From the deep dark earth I plucked the worm red...
Onto the hook attached to line I flicked the pole...
I met a honey of a Bee
She was hovering just above the petals of the...
I once had a headache,
Googled the answer...
Some call me a curse
Because according to them I torment them...
Beer and cashews?
Ever had a craven for a raven? What are you nuts...
wibble wobble-ling
through life is fun when you ride...
Tears pitter patter
onto my waiting keyboard...