The masquerade ball is fun for all
This was said by my master, in a voice not small
I was not convinced as she stuffed me into a collar
I looked like a the biggest clown in Gentleman’s holler
My cousin Jeffery was dressed up in a costume too
Why do we have to do this? He asked our cousin Lou.
Just go along, she said, it’s only one night of the year.
This might turn into a regular trend though, is what I fear.
First it is Halloween, then in November they dress us up like a turkey.
In December we’ll be snowmen. What is next? Asked Lurky.
Lurky’s voice of reason made us all tear off our silly outfits.
We chased each other out the door after tearing them to bits.
Dingle, dingle, little strink;
Who the heck I am you think?
Whiffle, whiffle, toil and sniffle;
What the heck make my neck all stiffle?
Who’dat, who’dat big fat ally cat;
Where the heck you get that do’dat?
Lurky, lurky little turkey;
When the heck you go to worky?
Dapple, dapple little apple;
Why the heck you write this crapple?
The air I inhale is for my lullaby tale...
for my baby birdling, can a melody I sing?
her nest I swing, but dreams, how to bring?
Wind howling gale, her frail wings and tail
to my arms cling, for living a new spring.
Comes a dark shrill cry, is that an owl's eye,?
lurky shadows creep, hush my baby, sleep!
Prayers go up in high, stars of fate dull sky
monitor makes beep, my heart jumps in a leap.
Oh !, she now can fly, my baby says goodbye!
A sleep forever so deep, no tears left to weep.
8th February 2020
Theme : The air I inhale is for my lullaby tale...
When I feel that someone is there
In my heart grows a dreadfull scare
People say that they are your friend
Some even say, they're there till the end
But how is that so, when they do not see
Who i am, what makes me really me
To me they talk, a day if I am lucky
But all it gives me, feelings are lurky
Can there be someone who will never leave?
Is this something my soul can really believe?
If there is, it's not for me
Alone forever, I yet will be
So the next time that you see my face
We might be dead, in another place
So i'll take these seconds and hold them dear
To lose these memories is my biggest fear
I may look tough, strong on the outside
But I can be soft, loving on the inside
For me and you, let time pursue
Since if we wait, our love is true
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