I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Tears of blood fall from my
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
