I once was told to hoot, while standing on one foot, So I pulled out my old flute, and shook it in a frenzy, to clear it of all the soot. Hurry up before I shoot, barked the man in the green boots, waving a threatening finger, with a gun pointing to an open boot
Oh Love, My request I made, You could pump me up, if thou dost please, and you could cast me down, If that be thy wish, But I pray, and this I earnestly do, That thou leave me not empty, After thy taunting visit, Oh Love, Kiss me not, and leave me thus hanging…..
You have made Me, With what instrument I do not Know, You have molded me, The miracle that is me, Intricately designed with infinite love, A texture of care and tenderness, With a plan so subtle and yet, So appealing and awesome……
Tempest tossed, I sail home, The tide I ride, filled with foam, Closer and closer to the shore, My sea beaten boat is drawn, Creaks sound loud, leaks looking wide, Gashes adorn the bow, Sails spluttered with streaks and tears, Left in the wake of unmerciful gales …..
