Saturday, May 30, 2015

A Stair To The Daze Of Hour Lives

These Braes of the Ole's are the Technical Stallers that bring the Barn to Stable it Tea,
or the fringe of the Owes In Key to Express The Caboose on the Yard Train.

As My Mother Worked in a Trans Per Station of the Guard I Warm to the Hand on the thigh in Memorized,
My Mother is a Classical Pianist and Writes the Music Ask the live,
she gallants a Barren to the PIMMs of the Growth forward Are the Tale talks.

Travel a Scary to the Theme Park Remember,
that Coaster of the equal of a Ride on the Corn,
in the Midst of a Stare the balance on the Fair,
Owe for the Ribbons that I Show.

To that it Is the lens and the Blink that level'd the Sing,
a goods to the parade to the Polite in the Stand as I might have dusted my Self to those dines,
in Feather of flight the Case of Library a Truth dance to Waltz the Wonder Stage to a Sight.

For the Bearings of Compass and that Treasure Pandora it All is in the Simplicity of the Grand,
a Organist My Mother is as She brings to that the Placard of an Opera of Means.

Touch the Barrel as that is the Gun,
My Mother loves to Hug the Symphony of Stunned,
to dish a great Smile on the Unevens' and the leveled I Speak,
life is for the Learning and Cambridge for the sneak.

'Cause in the Middle on On the Ends it was the Counter of the Teach that Taught^See reads,
frame bye Frame the Artist on the League,
a bravado in the Ankle and a Marvel for the lead.

Onward Forward Goes Our March!!


"Say, Say Oh Playmate (Handclapping Rhyme)"

Say, say oh playmate,
Come out and play with me,
And bring your dollies three,
Climb up my apple tree.

Slide down my rain barrel,
Into my cellar door,
And we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more - more - more!

Verse 2

Say, say oh playmate,
I cannot play with you,
My dolly has the flu,
Boohoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.

Ain't got no rain barrel,
Ain't got no cellar door,
But we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more,more, more,more,more.
 Author: Unknown