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In the dayman's wake we pulled buttered boot
There there he sighed as he yanked out his tail
Whipping it raw till he had no more
Beneath crisp fey ribbons may often blow
The summer sky mother and trucker to sigh
Of silent noise apocraphy, eulogy and snow
Bet I never lost one minute of sleep
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
Originally posted by hopscotchIf I read this enough times it might make sense. Good thing I have a short attention span.
In the dayman's wake we pulled buttered boot
There there he sighed as he yanked out his tail
Whipping it raw till he had no more
Beneath crisp fey ribbons may often blow
The summer sky mother and trucker to sigh
Of silent noise apocraphy, eulogy and snow
Bet I never lost one minute of sleep
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
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Originally posted by hopscotchI don't know what you mean.
As Bowman awoke we pickled brother's beet
Where where we cried as we chalked up our wait
Whooping all the more till we lost our saw
Then ate crisps and blue ribbons nay even dough
The sultry sly mother and lover tonight
Oh silky noisette approaches, ecstasy and blow
But I never lapsed once in mutual feast
Workin' a breast with pinks tongues night had body.
