Cinquain Again 6

Dream of cotton candy and ticker-tape parades when we finely win this grievant long war. Do it! But how can I! There has been no training, no understanding of what I must do. One pie? Just one little pie? Means I will have to share! W.F. give Gary some apples to bake. A dream my lad, a dream oops.. such a dream could kill and I would never wake up again never! Next one to post a cinq might just be the winner of this free-for-all traffic jam maybe! Eat out again tonight? I thought we could cook toast, some Blue Bell ice-cream and ketchup on toast! Mm mm is such a hard word to rhyme. I can’t thank of any word that will rhyme with Mm mm. Yum seeds won’t grow in Fall. You have to plant them soon before the sun grows too warm in Summer. Gardens still wait for heat and sunlight to shoot out their buds and tender young leaves up right. Huge grin is on my face as I think about you sitting tall in the audience with pride. Yourself ourselves, themselves, we are all the same inside. We are full of beans and filled with hot gas. Addict! I have rats in mine. Did you say attic? My mistake, must be getting deft or old.