WASPET (cloud pt2)
I probably shouldn't tell.After sleeping on a cloud.
Like to go about the fell,
Wrangling,
The odd flying cuckoo clock.
Didn't used to be so free,
Couldn't go skimming.
On the hill's of sand,
That wasn't the life for me.
Met a pretty little waspet,
All her praises I had sung.
Got married,
When she left our nest,
It was me who got stung.
Still waterfalls over a ditch,
That's what I always say.
Still, I'd rub wings with her,
On any given day.
Free man at last,
Don't want to forget we had a past.
I can go swimming, In the moonlit sky.
Or go parrot gliding, Underneath the sea;
That's the happy carefree life for me.
Yeah still waterfalls over a ditch.
Time to fall asleep on a fluffy cloud,
About time I rested my head.
Can't stop yawning;
Time to get some shut eye,
Soon be morning.... goodnight....
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-08 at 00:54
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