Judy sang about where I fly in that famous song about Oz. That I’m called the harbinger of happiness causes me to pause. But my friend here cares so well for me, I’ve no reason to roam. As you can see by my carefree grin, there’s really no place like Gnome. © Joel Tipple 298
Sometimes I soar Sometimes I fall Sometimes I sorta fall
I have a friend who complains about date advertisements on Facebook. I get quite a few for figs. I suppose my dad gets them for prunes.
Going to the store? Yes, I’ll go. Sure, I’ll go. Please, can I go too? Anywhere you go, is where I want to be. I want to go with you. Lift me up onto your shoulders. I’m taller than everyone. Give me your rough hands to use for reigns; we’ll ride off toward the sun. […]
Don’t just say you see what I do what I say what I say don’t just do what you can prove say what I say what I say all the day all the day what I say what I say stop jump in jump in spin jump in jump in spin do a quick revolution […]
I’m a guy. I can cut the mustard, but when it comes to getting the stain out, I’m at a loss.