It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.
As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
and I started to think and thank till thunk.
Life beginning to sink, it sank till sunk.
I was feeling the fink; a fank with funk.
With my money going clink and clank till clunk,
I was poor to a plink of a plank gone plunk.
When I thought of a link I had linked till lunk,
come as fast as a mink of a mink gone munk.
And I started to write in an ink gone unk,
just to write down a story in the pink gone punk.
Then I started to slink and slank till slunk,
all from writing a story of kink and kunk.
Just afraid of an ending that I'd flink and flunk
as if out on the rink to rank my runk.
All to make me a trink of a trank to trunk.
I was rich in a prink of a prank gone prunk.
Categories:
lunk, creation, children, kids, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
Bungeye, 4 Doris C
If you got bit by flies,
while choked down drunk,
your eye would swell around methunks,
it sort of closes almost shut,
hard to see, almost off ya nut,
drink flat beer, 4 an appetiser,
ya wont be any bloody wiser,
spring back in yer bunk:)
ya lunk...
Don Johnson
Categories:
lunk, adventure,
Form: Ballad