Jolene. I scour the make believe pages that appear on this Apple screen But at this time your itinerary somehow remains unseen So my plan failing your seeing this, before I drive across the sea Is to spend all day at the flat place, drinking beer, wine, coffee and tea So when you arrive with one tots enfant in hand and one in a pushchair Youll find me in the loo, pretending to carefully comb my hair. And what you dont know is that these days, to do that Im able. To amuse myself while I while away the hours at the international space hub I will fashion some child car seats for the Ace and the little flower called Bub For materials I will use old newspapers and used gum scraped up off the floor For you may not know it, but car seats for babies, here is the law And the Hawaii Five Oh will give me tickets, then shoot me, I mean really If they catch me with my car full of grandkids, bouncing around freely Maybe we borrow some car seats from Plunkets hireage stable ? Talking like this is somewhat fun But easier writing than by tongue I learnt it from Rupert the Bear when I was short and my hair was still fair But I think if we try really hard we could all be a rhyming bard But to do it in French we would need a fish called Babel. My coffee does cool but not my stool yet I cant finish at all till I make this verse small so acoustically it shrinks (least thats what I think) So it fits down the internet cable.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 20:54:00 +0000
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