If I could choose I’d be a plumber.
I like water to run in the summer.
But I can’t see very well
But please do not tell
I don’t like it when young people jabber
If I could choose I’d be a plumber.
I like water to run in the summer.
But I can’t see very well
But please do not tell
I don’t like it when young people jabber
A student of classics loved Latin.
His head had a space where it sat in
But the hole in his head
Got filled up with lead.
Now he prefers being a cretin
There was a young lady from Barnet
Who kept all her cash in a hairnet.
But moths made holes larger
She lost her phone charger
So she imagined a note and then forged it
I am coming to visit you as my mother in law is is here.
I can come tomorrow but at 10 pm.Leave the window open.A night visit will perk you up.How are your stitches healing?
I would have come but my nails need cutting
I dyed my hair and it’s green.
Will it bother you? I will mow it now.
I have to buy some tobacco.Will the hospital shop have it?
The tree moves gently like a waiting ear
Trees don’t fight and so the have no fear
They cannot run away, they must be strong
Fear no evil for the day is long
Abstract trees don’t give us such repose.
The geometry of real is flawed as strong gales blow.
So it is with those we choose to love
The features form a whole,below,above