What is it like to be in love? The whole in my heart, does it get rid of? It depends on the kind, Of the love that you find, It can change you in ways you can’t conceive of.
Age like fine bottle of wine, Take in all that you’ve learned and be fine, Wisdom that escaped you when young, Now spills off effortlessly off your tongue, Everything you’ve experienced, a gold mine.
There once was a snail heading west, It wasn’t fast, just doing its best, When asked why the move, It said it wanted to prove, Moving house would ease the unrest.
A wonder that is phenomenal, Is the mystery of a snowman abominable, Real or maybe fake, A safe Rollason* it did make, Who declared it a type of hominal.
*pretentious reference to the B-movie ‘The Abominable Snowman”
Fourteen flowing maidens, Were waiting to be traded in, Their bodies for breeding, Sent away when went bleeding, Sharpening knives for hearts to plunge in.
A group of Canadian geese, Will give no one a moment of peace, To kill them a crime, Can’t cook them for mealtime, The headaches they cause will never cease.
With a voice as smooth as silk, Attracting those of a certain ilk, A gift and a curse, The ability to to convince by verse, Tricking some people to drink the poisonous milk.
Skipping stones on the surface of the water, Making memories with her dearest granddaughter, “I hope she’ll think of me, Whenever by the sea, And remember all of the things that I taught her.”
A break is what I need right now, I’ll figure something out somehow, Perhaps lounging on a yacht, That I own, ‘cause I bought, If only I had me a cash cow.