There was a young lady from Hants Who had trouble finding her pants She looked high and low And strip-searched her beau Who’d speared them as flag for his lance! ljm
A flash from beneath the christmas tree like a person diving in the water truncated by a fluffy tail, a blur of reality a ball of fur as fast as lightning thumping up the stairs then back down then back up then back down
i ran out of words don't worry only for a little while the metaphors seemed to become out of style the rhymes don't seem to rhyme like the way it was--