When you cry,
" Sing a song of sixpence"
Like a Shepherd,
waking up herds
~suspense~
(pocketful of rye)
why I could be
making up words;
(four & twenty blackbirds)
baking up birds?
Baked in a pie
(splinter)
shaking up curds
(ricochet)
waking observes
breaking up thirds
as
four precedes five
~or~
fifth
(Beethovens),
~or~
Johnny Walker,
Or the 5th movement
of Uncle Jim beam's
baby boys bowels
(foul)
your owl, being
more normal,
nor moral
Lee abject,
do inspect
The prospecter that
expects to be
detectable,
dispatching delectables
at Mabel's fabled
nosh sits,
posh bits,
mosh pits
~ psychedelic lights
[#ecstacy#]
disco ball ~
Jose Cuervo's stepson
seen
dancing, prancing
drinking deeply
in a vain attempt
to quaff an
unquenchable thirst,
thinking sleepily of a
benchable First
~baseman, for
he doth error!~
His son, First the 2nd
even fairer
being a darer
seeing a starer,
freeing 3 bearers
~third barely
made it!~
The one before the 5th
went to the 6th lane,
merging to be
even with Steven
~who wasn't
even leavin'~
For he did not
want to look odd,
as he used to lay sod
or be the fifth in line to a
winsome word mine
(when the pie was opened)
Or the third
absurd bird word,
having seen that
it couldn't be heard-
(The birds began to sing)
having been heard,
and not seen
(wasn't that a lovely gift)
As you listen, and set
before
the King of Clubs,
lounging on a
queen size bedspread
sprawled out with a
dead head, Fred
a retired livewire.
who fluctuated at
66.66 cps,
which again,
would have been a
first for the
churrist
burst
that
he durs't
To set before the King?
(Of England, not clubs)
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