Wednesday, July 7, 2010
~* Feverish Meanderings *~
of a Mad March Monday Morning
Sun Drunk Funk,
spent on Saturn's Day
ruefully remembering a Fried night.
If wishes were fishes
riding tandem bicycles,
we'd all be well fed and traveled.
Odd Mob's Sob,
while picking Colonels from a Cobb.
Too many say, "It’s not my job!"
Sitting Waiting left Hanging.
The game of the name is still the same
and you can't Love unless you're on with it!
~* © 1995 MrBill *~