Left leaning shadows on the way to work Left leaning shadows on the way home. I'm convinced the deep blue paint on my transport Will fade first on the right.
eight hours at work eight hours of play eight hours of sleep repeat 5x/week until symptoms improve, improve, Improve
Sitting at home on a cold Tuesday night, Is very like sitting on the previous night,
You can try musical chairs In multiple rooms! You can sing on the stairs Or dance with the broom!
But the cold fact remains, as does the day And your hours, they slip...slip slowly away. And your poems never know...just how to say What your heart might have given for a warm Tuesday.
Your toes are like toast Except one letter less And covered in jam They might be the best
Your peppermint lies Fly off of my shoulders Your hazelnut eyes Starting to smolder
Your strawberry lips Are the finest in town But don't tell the neighbors Don't need them around Cuz honey in the sprocket Makes the world go round and round! Like a chocolate-dipped peanut In a messy....mossy....mound.