I never liked
Can't I be
Somewhat
I guess not?
Haven't you heard
My name twice?
I guess not
What have I done
Maybe some
Some much
I am sor-
Whadidit usay?
A ale too far to sail on mar?
Ne’er too far for tha ner keday
And some kin jin us mestarar.
Neh join us there wit min an sord
to take dai in ur hansom handen.
We kanno come that way wid not a bord,
ni morro com Kig an Sor tostanden!
E kin waifor in borg till then.
Nolanger tha needle wai for us,
but canno wee morro on borofin
widot de somulin garolus.
So wesaled wid to foreston
ner de magar to forstallin.
Kig an Sor tostand wid sorrontom,
an nofor ken a pistollin!
Hernandez's Christian name is Jose Sor
and brother's Christain name is Miquel Rey.
Don Miquel owns Rancho San Luis Ore
and steer did gore Don Miquel's face one day.
The horn left deep scar wounding cheek bad way.
His tenper's mean and matches gore's red flame.
Cross Miquel Rey and you'll rue great that day.
Man's anger's given Miquel one bad name.
Don Miquel's wife's petite with huge round eyes
big like to saucers; eyes dislike to smile.
Her pleasure's scolding maids with angry cries,
deception's always goad to raise her bile,
not having use, and hating those with guile.
Her name is Dona Thresa Luisa Share,
and ruling Ore's house maids does show her style -
up each dawn morning's light with load of care.
There was once a man who used leaves to cure ,
He was loved for this for his heart is pure ,
“don’t touch me”,-a leaf says
“must you cut us, always?”
perturbed!, he walked off as he came before .
He called his friends to tell this weird story ,
Some went with him to the tree of glory ,
to see the leaves talking,
is like a stone walking,
they were surprised as a leaf said “sor..ry!”
DATE:9-17-16
CONTEST:"Leaves Talking" by
Four thousand miles away and mor
you built your castle near that shor
and left our love forevermor
on silver plates with tarnished sor
-cec
can't you tell
you ring my bell
am going thur hell
when your not around
you ar still my love sound
sor all you say and do
am
STILL CRAZY ABOUT YOU
She's bout to leave I know she shall,
I hope she soars to where she dreams,
And yet it seems that though I wish,
For her to go her way towards God,
I want to keep her heare with me,
To once more see her face that sends,
My heart to where I've seldom been,
But I shall think back to her eyes,
And that shall get me up this morn,
She is my life,
She is my heart,
She is my love,
She is my soul,
And when she flies up toward God, as I know she's born to do,
I shall grab a hold and sor,
With my angel I adore.