Three Times In An Hour
Tams The Golden Girl
Lying there feeling warm and replete
Looking up to the sky, this is real neat
I never thought-that I would see three
But that was just granted to little old me.
The first as I lay in the water so hot
It flashed through the sky, a plane it was not
Within twenty minutes the second one flashed by
Two shooting stars in the same bit of sky…
Before the hour was up the third came into view
What a brilliant night watching the stars that flew
Three shooting stars is my first hat trick of stars
Lying in hot tub they shot from the plough right past Mars.
Three shooting stars I wonder what that means
Were they tumblers or stars, or somebody’s dreams
A wish I would make on each star that passed by
But they still couldn’t match the stars I’d see in your eye.
© 1/11/2012 ~GG~