Don’t let her smile fool ya, she’ll make ya crawl
If looks could kill, she’d burn a hole through y’all
She’s a fiery philly
Saloon owners aren’t silly
Cayote ugly’s bar none, warned don’t start a brawl
Met on deck at her fab watering hole
The kind who leaves ya a heartbroken soul
Stay clear, Reina's her name
If ya ain’t got no game
Ya see her gussied up courtin, cry troll!
One Froggy Christmas Eve
A Frog went a-courtin' one Christmas Eve
Arms full of flowers for his latest squeeze
She is a sweet tiny mouse who's named Jane
And lives in a tree house down Mouse-Hole Lane.
He held her tight beneath wintry moonlight
But then it snowed mercilessly that night
Jane got buried in snow, Frog went berserk
Waiting for his dear sweetheart to emerge.
Frog croaked all night, such a pitiful sight
Wondering why for him nothing goes right
Then bells from afar brought hope to his heart
‘Twas Santa arriving on the sleigh cart.
Santa came trudging along though the snow
With his troop of reindeer helpers in tow
"What's up Frog" Santa Clause clothed in red said
"My girlfriend Jane is under snow lain dead."
Santa chose Rudolph the strongest reindeer
To start digging carefully around here
Rudolph stood proudly puffing out his chest
Pleased to be asked, assuredly said “yes.”
Rudolph used his red-nose to dig up snow
A faint little voice squeaked "hello, hello”
It was mouse Jane, she’d come alive again
Making Christmas merry down Mouse-Hole Lane.
7th December 2020
don't stop the rain from falling
it is my connector to the blues
once i get there, i never want to leave
the blues is the lady i will be permanently a-courtin'
don't stop the rain from falling
it is my connector to the blues
i will run naked in to the aquarific oasis
the blues is the body that i will be permanently fondlin'
don't stop the rain from falling
it is my connector to the blues
the view from here is like a black hole in a silver sky
the blues is the general store from which i will be shoppin'
don't stop the rain from falling
it is my connector to the blues
the seashells i collect will be storage for the many tears that i will indeed shed
the blues is the sand with the castles that i will definitely be destroyin'
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