Is summer over or just cooling down,
days are getting shorter do not make a frown.
Sun time use varies widely,
in many different places.
Do not tell me barbeque time is over,
that will make me want to pee my bedcover.
As BBQ corn does eat,
great with hotdogs and watermelon too.
Tell me it is not so,
no more ice cold sweet tea to drink slow.
Now to make only hot tea,
keeping lips moist not open.
Summer will be back next year,
must I really wait twelve months with no cheer?
Friends gather happily in just,
time for the holidays and not missing the summer.
"Paint your words with pretty colors, as you paint your pretty eggs with color"
Before we know it,
Easter will bring a new outfit.
Colorful eggs will be here soon so don't blink,
dye your eggs~blue~yellow~purple~pink.
Pretty color eggs we will eat,
they taste much better than a red beet.
Oh no my new dress,
the egg made a big mess.
Cracked egg shells will be all over,
save some for the garden bedcover.
Pretty colorful flowers will soon takeover.
I'm wishing for a white kitten
or a playful cute little pup
Christmas is glowing and my heart is opening
for a pet with a nice close-up
I'm wishing for a white kitten
or maybe a pet that is black
every ball on my tree will crack
and each treasured curio knickknack
I'm wishing for a white kitten
my whole home they will takeover
will be under my bedcover
and stuff on sills will be knocked over
Christmas is glowing and my heart is opening
for a pet with a nice close-up
I'm wishing for a white kitten
I can hear the kitten purring
and I can feel my heart stirring
truth told a white kitten preferring
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I believe in dreams not so
Starry rain will fall. Go on
Save my sleep and do it tender
Caress must to come in soul.
Maybe night is marking doors
to get in to us, of course,
Fairytale of wind is whispered
Reason's far. I'm at a loss.
Don't disturb the storm of mind
And the God of Dreams will find
for His eyes His best illusion
He is sweet for us, He's kind.
It's not hard to understand
There's beginning and the end
Just like yesterday I'm hiding
And bedcover is my friend.
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit!
The light of the sun
shines a warm, bright
heat to a bedcover
stitched in flowers.
I sleep by
a blue
flower drape.
It comforts
the fresh
sunned skin.
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