Where do you catch rainbow rocks
Where rainbow fish live of course?
Next to my pot o' gold,
AKA the leprechaun.
My fluffy cloud bed.
Put on my shoes and socks,
To try to catch some
Rainbow rocks.
For when rainbows fall,
Out of the winter sky.
Rainbow rocks are on the high,
Cheeselets eat flying mince pies.
Rainbow rock's flowers,
are abominable to grow.
So if you want to catch one,
You have to move ever so slow.
Was told they taste somewhere between,
Baked buffalo birds and confetti.
I've never tasted one.
Maybe I'll take a taste for fun,
Buffalo birds with my custard and jelly.
Mmm reminds me of that old song .
If you show me a home,
Where buffalo birds roam.
Then I'll show you a house,
That just doesn't smell right.
Where all the cheeselets call home,
When they go bump in the night.
If somebody's turned out the lights.
When you stop to drink tulip coffee,
The rainbow rocks stops to drink teas,
Where everybody eats daffodil legs.
Forgetting what they just ate,
In there psychedelic dreams.
Kangaroo eggs like to jump off the plate.
Oh well getting late nearly time to say bye,
Gotta catch a bunch of fireflies;
To light up the darkening sky.
Time to climb upon a fluffy cloud,
Tomorrow I have a long way to go,
To the Himalayas to meet my friend.
The one that I call Mr Snow.
Alexa, can you make the stars
Burn ever so bright,
Thank you everyone, goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-09-23 at 02:08
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Where rainbow fish live of course?
Next to my pot o' gold,
AKA the leprechaun.
DAFFODIL LEGS (cloud pt6)
Time to climb off,My fluffy cloud bed.
Put on my shoes and socks,
To try to catch some
Rainbow rocks.
For when rainbows fall,
Out of the winter sky.
Rainbow rocks are on the high,
Cheeselets eat flying mince pies.
Rainbow rock's flowers,
are abominable to grow.
So if you want to catch one,
You have to move ever so slow.
Was told they taste somewhere between,
Baked buffalo birds and confetti.
I've never tasted one.
Maybe I'll take a taste for fun,
Buffalo birds with my custard and jelly.
Mmm reminds me of that old song .
If you show me a home,
Where buffalo birds roam.
Then I'll show you a house,
That just doesn't smell right.
Where all the cheeselets call home,
When they go bump in the night.
If somebody's turned out the lights.
When you stop to drink tulip coffee,
The rainbow rocks stops to drink teas,
Where everybody eats daffodil legs.
Forgetting what they just ate,
In there psychedelic dreams.
Kangaroo eggs like to jump off the plate.
Oh well getting late nearly time to say bye,
Gotta catch a bunch of fireflies;
To light up the darkening sky.
Time to climb upon a fluffy cloud,
Tomorrow I have a long way to go,
To the Himalayas to meet my friend.
The one that I call Mr Snow.
Alexa, can you make the stars
Burn ever so bright,
Thank you everyone, goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 133 times
Written on 2022-09-23 at 02:08
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