A teabag
I’d like to be a teabag an earl grey one perhaps and dose all day and lie around with earl grey kind of chaps. I wouldn’t have to do a thing no homework Jobs or chores comfy in my caddy of teabags and their snores.
mashed potato
If I ever had to choose between you and A third helping of mashed potato, Hot whisked, and a little pool of butter Melting in the middle. I’d think you whole choose the Mashed potato. But I’d choose you next.
beautiful butterfly
A beautiful butterfly Passes me by I see its bright colours Flashing out in the sky. Dancing through the trees, Your wings on fire I try to touch you But you just fly higher.
the trouble with geraniums
The trouble with geraniums is that they’re mush too red!!! . the trouble with my toast is that its far too full of bread. The trouble with a diamond is that its mush too bright! The same applies to fish and stars and the electric light.
my horse
A happy horse running down the hills I try to race them but they’re too fast. Soft skin like a teddy. Happy meeting other horses neighing At each other and racing and having Having fun
My cute cat
A cut cat cladding into My arms. Soft fear like a Kula Meeting each other with a pear Eating with out mantes. Fast As a teeter never gets to sleep I'll want to play. My cat wiz Wants with hid and seek
