I am the widow of his soul
Now silence is folded and put to bed
He was worth the surprise of life.
He stares with eyes like green diamonds.How can I win the appeal?
Stop and tell the roses
He blest the waters as the froze… and he got bitten in the toes.
He has a horn on one side.. the other wore off when the bull fought him ove the cow..
I fill the bends in time with laughter
With me it’s rhymes after time.Line after line
Time for men…. now and then
Rhyme still wounds those with no skin.
A boring groan is soon tossed into the ocean.
Did you ever get that dramatic feeling?
Did your wife fall right through the ceiling?
What a hole!I bet you’re reeling.
Take it back and it’s too real