Post by MoonyLuna on Aug 31, 2009 10:38:45 GMT -5
Nature 2009
The leaves on the trees are still green
And the sun as bright as I've ever seen
But the air is cold as a witches boob
So I stay inside and watch the tube
It's August and suppose to be hot
But heavens to Betsy it is not
Turning on the furnace would be too soon
So I wrap up in a blanket and whistle a tune
Oh, for a fire place nice and hot
But a fire place I haven't got
I'd throw a big log on the fire
Instead wrapped in my blanket I play my lyre
September is next and what do you bet
It will be the hottest month yet
Nature has lost it's mind for sure
Give it a spoonfull of medicine for the cure.
August 31, 2009
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Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria
The leaves on the trees are still green
And the sun as bright as I've ever seen
But the air is cold as a witches boob
So I stay inside and watch the tube
It's August and suppose to be hot
But heavens to Betsy it is not
Turning on the furnace would be too soon
So I wrap up in a blanket and whistle a tune
Oh, for a fire place nice and hot
But a fire place I haven't got
I'd throw a big log on the fire
Instead wrapped in my blanket I play my lyre
September is next and what do you bet
It will be the hottest month yet
Nature has lost it's mind for sure
Give it a spoonfull of medicine for the cure.
August 31, 2009
©Copyright
All Rights Reserved
Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria