We're sailing blue
And whistling tunes,
Upon our lips
We float and dip,
The tide is high
Oh me oh my
A fishing we will go
To catch the catch!
Oh what a fish!
I feel it now
I pull and lift,
From the water
a great old Groper
A fishing we will go
And here a school
of silver herring
by and by they slip
and steering
down and up and
side to side
A fishing we will go
Look by the rocks
on sandy floor,
The flat-head waits
for our sweet bait,
And with a snatch
he grabs our line
A fishing we will go
Under sea
beneath the waves
Lurking lowly
in his cave
Lobster hides
his bead black eyes
A fishing we will go
Sleightly hidden
with white sand
A monster with a
gammy hand
Squid! He's
sucking off our bait!
A fishing we will go
And when the dark
has come at last
And sky's gold
twighlight has been cast
And all the fish
come out to feast
A fishing we will go
Until a time
our stomachs' cry
"Cook up these fish
in battered fry
and serve them hot
with beer and fries"
A fishing we will go
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Pet Therapy
a short story I have written about depression, love, cats and dogs.
Click on Pet Therapy in the links box --->
Click on Pet Therapy in the links box --->
Moody Blue
Who now is he with long a face,
Lurking, stooping around my place,
A Goldilocks, he steals my chair,
And to look at my bed, I know he's been there.
I knew him once but now he's gone,
My angel replaced this blue forlorn,
I will remember him, from time to time
But no longer does he pull the line
that kept me low, and to the ground,
My angels hold me now he's gone.
Lurking, stooping around my place,
A Goldilocks, he steals my chair,
And to look at my bed, I know he's been there.
I knew him once but now he's gone,
My angel replaced this blue forlorn,
I will remember him, from time to time
But no longer does he pull the line
that kept me low, and to the ground,
My angels hold me now he's gone.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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