Best Song Blue Poems
I had a dolly
His name was Bearry
He was so lazy
He ate so many
His cheek was chubby
I called him fatty
I loved my cute Bearry
Still with the Bearry
He cool already
In blue he's steady
He was so fancy
He wore on classy
He likes to boogie
He is my cool Bearry
Author's Note:
This is a song of "There Was a Pig"
Inspired by my student who always brings her blue teddy bear wherever she goes, and always tells stories as if it was alive. At that time she hummed the piggy song and I've got inspired to change the lyric become "My Blue Bearry Song" it's because the teddy bear named Bearry and its blue in colour.
You got your blue slip on Zezes that Zeses ala ala BEll
Play music right boys you nasty boys Play the music
right boys you nasty boys Zezes has her blue slip on
in the white house of ill repute don't rebuke luke
and all the gentlemen, give me la la bell Zezes give
me la la lay lay al Bell the Libery Bell of Lady Liberty
you nasty gentlemen, you nasty gentlemen, give
me la la la Bell zezes got her blue slip on la la lay
lay al Liberty this isn't louisahanna purchase. you
nasty gentlemen
A sea of Blue Mountains
As far as the eyes can see
Sing about your blue tapestry
Sweet Blue Mountains
Your purple majesty
Deep in your eyes
The cool rivers flow
Hills and pine trees
All covered with snow
Eagles fly high
Above every hilltop
Blue Mountains roll
Down to the blue shore
Blue eyes watch over me
Sweet voice sings back to thee
Sing in every chapel
Sing a Tennessee wedding song
If Blue Mountains could sing, then
All the church bells would ring,
And sing, Blue Mountains is where
You belong
Sitting at the keyboard,
Playing your little tune,
It’s hard to realize,
That I lost you,
With the smell of roses,
Scents of your hair,
I visualize on the pillow,
That your still there…
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
But all I have of you,
Is this little tune,
In nothing but that sexy black bra,
Strolling my street,
I still hear you talk,
About the reasons why,
Remember when,
We got those matching tattoos,
With my name,
And yours too,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
But all I have of you,
Is this little, little tune.
I slept and saw Africans with blue eyes in my dream.
One of them looked so strange and sad,
Others smiled with pearls of teeth
and all they sang something about the sea near the far country.
The person with sad eyes brought a huge basket.
Pineapples, oranges and fluffy peaches were in it.
Multi-coloured parrots and the hummingbird
merrily have spoken with each other,
Bright flowers blossomed around.
But the Africans have gone away
and have carried away my dream.
All has disappeared.
Only an old star above our house
blinks and looks into snow...
... But listen:
Maybe some black Africans
do have a blue eyes?