Come & Knock
On Our Door
We’ve been waiting
For you
Where the kisses are
Hers & Hers
& His
Three’s company
Too
Come & Dance
On Our Floor
Take a step
That is new
We’ve a loveable space
That needs
Your face
Three’s company
Too
You’ll see that Life
Is a frolic &
Laughter is calling
For you
Down
At Our
Rendezvous
Three’s company
Too
Here we are
Face to face
A couple of
Silver
Spoons
Hopin’ to find
We’re two
Of a kind making
A go, Making it
Grow.
Together
We’re going to find our way
Together
Taking the time each day
To learn all about those
Things you just can’t buy
Two
Silver spoons
Together
You and I
Together
We’re going to find our way
You and I
Together
We’re going to find our way
You and I
Together
I wrote a sentence in a chat with FranIAm this morning, then realized, hey, that ain’t a half bad Dorothy Parker knockoff. Some minor word rearranging and behold:
Some people flourish
Some people wither
Some people are jerks
I want to punch in the kisser
In observance of Idea Of Progress Day, I present this poem.
O Craddily Pinchy O
Monk the Rainbow Snow
Ooks Said Rattly
The Cat On The Fence
54 Pigs To Go
We fruit bats Quickily Dock
For The Idea Of Progress To Knock
(The Day Is His
Whizzity whizz)
‘N Sail down a chocolate rock
The whitest white bowl to clean
Has anyone seen my spleen
It went down the pipe
With all of me tripe
And the rocks that used to have been