where are the snows of yesteryear
that fell so soft and white
and children played and parents sang
and all the world was bright
* ****** **** ****** *
melting snow and drooping eyes
children love the holidays
then the party's over
still the stars bejewel the skies
* ****** **** ****** *
what's done is done when the sun goes down
but the sun will also rise
i live for that
to see the sun glow in your eyes
* ****** **** ****** *
disrepair is where i'm at
sliding in to end the race
beaten battered tired sore
unused would be the real disgrace
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Another young man from Nantucket ...
The was a young man from Nantucket
Who liked to shoot fish in a bucket.
He said with a grin,
As he ripped off its skin,
If this fish was a duck, I would pluck it.
Who liked to shoot fish in a bucket.
He said with a grin,
As he ripped off its skin,
If this fish was a duck, I would pluck it.