May 2019
Tired eyes glanced a Yellow ____Road
What lies ahead
Perhaps, a man made of tin
A little dog
And rin tin tin
Some comfortable slippers
A bunch of flying monkeys
Ziplining with hippos
Tornadoes built shadows
Followed by rainbows
Open your eyes,
The Yellow ___Road
Is no more
It's time to wake up...
What lies ahead
Perhaps, a man made of tin
A little dog
And rin tin tin
Some comfortable slippers
A bunch of flying monkeys
Ziplining with hippos
Tornadoes built shadows
Followed by rainbows
Open your eyes,
The Yellow ___Road
Is no more
It's time to wake up...
The idea for this write came while trying to sleep last night.
