WhollyPhuck's blog: "My Poetry"

 

Mary had a little goat,

She threw it out of her little boat,

To see if that poor goat would float,

When it did, she sat back to gloat.

 

Mary's floating little goat,

Rammed poor Mary's little boat.

Poor Mary couldn't swim or float,

And so she drowned.

That's all she wrote.

 

 

 

Mary had a little lamb,

She had it all for lunch.

What she eats in just one meal,

Would last me for six months.

 

Mary had a little lamb,

Some cake, and apple pie.

If she keeps on eating at this rate,

I'm sure she's gonna die.

 

Mary had a little lamb,

"Snack attack!" she said.

But through the night her stomach burst,

And now, of course, she's dead.

 

 

I was perving on the pics on here, (as we do), and saw a few pics of sunrises or sunsets, and the start of this came to mind... I'm gettin' kinda slow, though, this took me an hour to put together:( Sunrise o'er the ocean, I'm feeling the spring breeze My body makes no motion, As my mind's across the seas It's searching for the woman, That will bring me to my knees Not with painful emotion, 'Cos that, my friend, she'll ease But with her sweet devotion, And the way she likes to please Sunrise o'er the ocean, I feel the Summer heat In my heart I have a notion, At last, I've found her. Sweet! She lives across that ocean, So how are we to meet? In my mind there is commotion, This problem I must beat Sunset o'er the ocean, In autumn's colours I do stand With the strength of our devotion, A solution came to hand I sail across that ocean, I work as a deck-hand I don't want a promotion, 'Cos on the dock she stands Sunset o'er the ocean, I feel the winter's chill When lust is your emotion, It becomes a short-lived thrill She made a deadly potion, And me she then did kill Didn't she make a commotion! She wasn't in the will.