She insisted on Caramel And Peanut-butter pastries, Either by the box, or by the pound… And a Walnut, pistachio, lemon ca… With a very thick malt
What is the difference between an Irishman and a liar? The liar is full of deceit, the Irishman is full of blarney...! Question: How many Irishman does it take to change a light-bulb...
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
Some dreams flitter like butterfli… Touching flowers of hope Under stormy skies And where they land Is anyone’s guess
Down and ‘round, ’round and down, Three brave souls went creeping In darkened halls and dim-lit stai… Their squinting eyes were peeping. Beatrice Fly saw the Master’s hea…
On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart
Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…
What the mind conceives of books a… And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith… Mystic dreams can melt from parabl…
As the sun set the wind did blow its gusting presence disturbed my… And as the trees bent it took its tole
As the Blue-Moon rises In the monolithic sky It casts reflected light On the dead and the lame. The shadows, thus created,
Lying on the gravestones are the f… And the letters on the stones look… The dates set low on those stony s… And the largest letters spell the… As I look across the grounds, I s…
I do believe the whole affair Was an adult, contrived, mess. There I was in an armored suite And shaking in distress. I was not meant to be a Knight
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
Black Clouds Thundering, Light fingers arc in heaven As Mother Earth Bathes
