Finding fault with flowers and fun....
Trying hard not to run
Like a hillbilly with a gun...
My thumb was pricked by a single rose
It really hurt! It's not a pose.
Talk verses, not prose
and sing into the garden hose
where voice comes from the nose
and ending up with wet toes.
but strangly enough with dry clothes
Impressive talent and it shows
while outside it snows
The nights are getting colder
whilst you and I are growing older
She was fat and I told her
a lovely maturity, you must behold her
Best to behold while sober.
A night without a drink, no longer
As the darkness still leaves me searching for my soul....
And all them hot dogs I just stole

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