Think Thank Thunk
I started to think and thank till I'd thunk
of songs I would sing and sang till I'd sung.
And what I would do that I did to be done
was to write what I wrote till I'd written down one.
While I'd sit till I'd sat and was sitting a bit
as I'd give till I gave when I'd given a hit.
As I'd hear what I'd heard what I thought I was hearing
as I'd speak what I spoke when I'd spoken while nearing
was a work that had worked and was working in whole
till the end where it ended in ending a role.
That I sing till I sang what has to be sung
as I cling and I clang to something I've clung.
And I love what I've loved while loving it all
that I'm done what I'm doing and did have a ball.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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