Nice Mess

(This poem was wrote as a challenge, a tribute to Laurel and Hardy, so this was taken from songs). On a mountain in Virginia, Stands a lonesome pine Just below the cabin, home of a little girl of mine, Having the time of our lives Far from our girlfriends and wives. Since January, April, June or July Snowtime, pay no time to stay, We're going to see, we're going to see We're going to see my home in Dixie. I knew I'd found my paradise Honolulu baby, where did you get those eyes? I'm in love with you With your eyes so blue. You do the tango jiggle With a Texas Tommy wiggle, Fast his hands, his carbine hold, It is his best friend of old. When clouds are grey, when skies are blue, Come rain or shine I'm happy too, You are the ideal of my dreams, I've loved you forever it seems. You toldme things you never meant, And made me think them too, Well here's another nice mess You've gotten me into.