My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm awakened by a noise that sounds like a foghorn.
It's louder than the sound of barking dogs at night
Or a fireworks explosion that lights the sky real bright.
A chainsaw cutting logs doesn't make as much din,
Nor did the wall coming down way over in Berlin.
A jet plane at takeoff will get your attention quick,
As will a jackhammer engaged in busting up some brick.
But neither equals the clamor from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
Worse than a stick of dynamite at the moment of KABOOM!
At last, I figured out the source of all the raucous roaring.
It was only good old Dad engaging in some snoring
Mom says: "I don't mind; it's a Godsend
That all that wind isn't coming out the other end."
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
