Stop the Mail I Get It Zebra Tastes Like Snake

C.J. IS MORE THAN OKAY or I AM TOO OLD FOR THE HUNT My mortal motives are magnanimously moral My objects are not objectionable nor in any way obscene And my only purpose is to preserve the pristine For I see your smile as genuine and pleasant Unfortunately I have no extra cash for buds nor a present All I have is the want to share some time with you With no illicit solicitations and that much is true Each time I contact you in any way You create a cerulean blue sky from grievous gray It matters not to me what it is you choose to do BUT I would enjoy “getting to know you, getting to know all about you”* I’ve played you music I believed would reach your heart While innocence has always played its pertinent part You’ve sometimes totally ignored me and that’s all right with me Because akin to a swiftly swimming swan you deserve to be free So if the thought occurs to you that I want more than just a friend Remember always and in all ways these words that I’ve penned You mentioned sharing lunch and it took me aback Because it’s freedom and friendship I wish not to lack Well as I mentioned before I’ve no money for flowers nor fleece But I do have the inclination to share with you some peace However, if cheese, crackers and non-alcoholic **Rhagae champagne will do There’s very little else I’d like to do with you Fondly in finesse, fauna and finery…..your friend, free! © 2011 The only thang Old Pete Pan has on me is he can fly, but both of us just won’t grow up