When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows
I flow in the dreams to where the sun glows
prepares for lark sounds tethered to thistles
sprout winged feathers distinguished initials
daybreak cast expressed suppressions idles
a desired forenoon plaything thumbs fiddles
precedence ground noteworthy work matter
gleaning harvest spread the light of laughter
pigment spectrum goldenrod noon stretcher
spruced grasslands lemony sliding fetch her
droopy starlight strands dusk ruddy runner
sweetly evening brushed purplish lavender
midnight maiden bid moonwalkers strangely
twilight tone-down twinkle moon pies lightly
#5
Let's do dinner tonight at the Covid 19, the hottest new restaurant in town.
We won't need a face mask, we'll sit with a crowd and dine on Pandemic Stew.
We'll start with a creamy White Supremacist Broth served with Storm Trooper
Croutons
And then there's a cocktail of rare Racial Strife heaped up on a bed of Brutality Ice.
For dessert, there's an End of Democracy Cake infused with Suppressions to Vote,
From the bar we can order a Vodka con Putin dumped into a large Diet Coke.
There's no entertainment, the band has left town but there's reruns of Trump Photo Ops.
There's a two for one special that's running this week, no need for cash on The Spot
'Cause the sign on the door makes it perfectly clear, "Your Soul of America card Welcomed here".
Shall we go there tonight to the Covid 19 and dine on Pandemic Stew
And not wear a face mask and sit with a crowd?
Depends on what life means to you - it's to die for!!
ancient laws
of tedious wisdom
egocentric desires
of wanting flesh
neurotic minds
are you happy
limping mangose
chasing a pregnant cobra
repressions suppressions
deep seated impressions
poison could be healing
purging of the disturbed minds
are you happy
wandering in the shores of love
singing the expression of your soul
Mary has a little lamb, never would name the ram
Susie sat on a thistle, took off like a missile
Goose Mother Rhymes are a favorite of mine
I making them up all the time
This is great
My oh my
Goose Mother Rhymes
Make the headlines
“It about time”, I’ve always said
U.S. Censorship should be dead
Don’t sit, show some grit, have a fit and then hit the nitwit
Get publishing permit
Let’s agree that: “This land is your land”
“Censorships”, “suppressions” should be banned
Inequitable, unfair, wrongful, and unjust
Therefore getting things set right is a must
These Goose Mother Rhymes are happy in the eyes of most
Censorship, is running on empty; a stop is close
Now the time to publish these Rhymes, they’ll be a hit
The Censor; “He was an egotistical twit”
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