This' heart's a jukebox Darling buds of may If you love him Clap your hands If you know you hate him too You love him Clap your hands If you can't get enough There'll nothing left share If you don't love him Then dump him If you can, Polly...
Polly (The Poem)
Love can be annoying But, annoying can be lovely Women You are beautiful Look at a mirror Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's a true reflection.
A clock tells you the time. A poem tells you the rhyme. A ladder of poetry tells you to climb
Echoing hills can tell your past A dark and fortuitous time Stars will craft their best And skies will lark the eve Tell you haven't wasted your honor On a ghost of linder Retching a few minutes To spare hearts an attachment Condem me of all my reapful sins A pledge to you On this golden scribe My honor and service So that I may avenge this death *In all the annals of time