*Minkymonks are funny things
I thought you'd like to know
They're neither young nor old
But never seem to growth
Standing proud in a garden
Along the north road sands
We passed them on a Sunday
On our way to Grans
Bright coloured creatures
Beside the trees so tall
In amongst the flowers
Then half way up the wall
Occasionally changed
Making way for new
Creating excitement
Coming into view
Dragon,horse,leprechaun,
Comic caricatures bright
We passed in the morning
Then back again at night
Sitting quietly in father's car
In Grans the front room to
No television or computer games
We knew just what to do
Sometimes playing in the garden
Or drawing thing we had seen
Simple childhood pleasures
Those happy days have been.*
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
*Minkymonks are funny things
I thought you'd like to know
They're neither young nor old
But never seem to growth
Standing proud in a garden
Along the north road sands
We passed them on a Sunday
On our way to Grans
Bright coloured creatures
Beside the trees so tall
In amongst the flowers
Then half way up the wall
Occasionally changed
Making way for new
Creating excitement
Coming into view
Dragon,horse,leprechaun,
Comic caricatures bright
We passed in the morning
Then back again at night
Sitting quietly in father's car
In Grans the front room to
No television or computer games
We knew just what to do
Sometimes playing in the garden
Or drawing thing we had seen
Simple childhood pleasures
Those happy days have been.*
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