My cutie-patootie,
My cherry pie,
You are the apple of my eye.
My ukums-snukums,
My rock-a-bye,
You are the apple of my eye.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Let it Shine.
Darling child, angel of mine.
Go on baby, let it shine.
Let it shine love,
Let it shine
Go on baby, let it shine.
Go on baby, let it shine.
Let it shine love,
Let it shine
Go on baby, let it shine.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Grumpy and sleepy
To bed, to bed my parents said.
I did not want to go to sleep.
I will not go!
I will weep and weep!
I wept and wept until I slept
I did not want to go to sleep.
I will not go!
I will weep and weep!
I wept and wept until I slept
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Smokey
Sleek and fat.
Scratchng at my baseball bat.
Meowing and nipping.
My hot chocolate he is a sipping.
Who can it be?
It is my cat, Smokey!
Scratchng at my baseball bat.
Meowing and nipping.
My hot chocolate he is a sipping.
Who can it be?
It is my cat, Smokey!
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Go Togethers
Pepper and salt.
Mommy and tot.
Weatherman and the weather.
These things go together.
Kirk and Spock.
A telephone and a kid who likes to talk.
Yellow and red.
A teddy bear and a bed.
Yogi and Boo Boo.
A dove and it's "coo".
Pebbles and Bam Bam.
Sally and Sam.
And, last but not least,
Me and my family!
Mommy and tot.
Weatherman and the weather.
These things go together.
Kirk and Spock.
A telephone and a kid who likes to talk.
Yellow and red.
A teddy bear and a bed.
Yogi and Boo Boo.
A dove and it's "coo".
Pebbles and Bam Bam.
Sally and Sam.
And, last but not least,
Me and my family!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Selene
Selene sat on the bed and cried.
Even though nobody had died.
Selene would weep and weep.
Even though nobody had died.
Selene would weep and weep.
She wept untill she slept.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Summer!
Hello summer, goodbye spring.
Thank you God for everything.
Goodbye boring schoolwork,
Hello fun.
Summer is fun for everyone
Thank you God for everything.
Goodbye boring schoolwork,
Hello fun.
Summer is fun for everyone
Daughter of the Night
The daughter of the night I say,
Is not blight,in any way
At dusk with her blood-red cape,
softly, so we will not wake.
She will ride up to the stars,
On her lovely mare.
It is stars she will find there.
She plucks a star that gleams,
And fills up that star with dreams.
All wrapped in wisps of moons,
Like silver spoons.
Down down below.
Nobody knows ,
Where she lays her head.
What is her bed?
When the sun begins to peep,
She begins to sleep.
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