Aug 2015
The procession of kings and queens **!
A grand feast set to the nines **!
Puffy fat dresses in all bright and pale
Fancy village cobbler shoes with clicks to ****
Stand stand stand at the ground
(The high beaks have come)
Slit open your dried peasant palm
Chain the nonsense in a merry-go-round
Horsemen and thieves rolled together from the hill
To seep their tongues with a little hint of ale
Crack open the mighty cellars of wines
'Till all the world's a reverie and so it spins
A grand feast set to the nines **!
Puffy fat dresses in all bright and pale
Fancy village cobbler shoes with clicks to ****
Stand stand stand at the ground
(The high beaks have come)
Slit open your dried peasant palm
Chain the nonsense in a merry-go-round
Horsemen and thieves rolled together from the hill
To seep their tongues with a little hint of ale
Crack open the mighty cellars of wines
'Till all the world's a reverie and so it spins
I've been thinking of writing for the past few days and sadly, this is all I came with. This was four days old until I decided things are not looking so good. I've been feeling the same as I did three weeks ago when I was as empty as my plans in life. I expected this comeback but I was hoping it would happen later than sooner.
