Live today as if its your last,
And reflect on the things of the past.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Up at o'four thirty
And down to bed at twenty-two
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
The trumpet's sound is the call of day
And the call of the trumpet ends the day,
But not the same.
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
The sounds of boots in perfect sync,
Is interrupted in a blink.
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
A battle rages between the groups,
But defeat is near to the troops.
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
Men and boys cry alike,
As no help from allies is in sight.
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
War as it seem is not lifelike,
Instead it causes death and fights.
A mother's lad he is,
And a mother's lad he was.
Up at o'four thirty
And down to bed at twenty-two
This is a tale of a mother's lad,
A mother's lad he was.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
There once was a boy named Steve,
Who couldn't pull up his sleeve,
So he gave it a tug,
And tried a hug,
But yet could not pull up his sleeve.
Poor Steve!
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC