I just wrote a song this morning, typed it up, then I'll file it away with
my others, and get it out when my guitar is fixed and when I get a
set of bongos and try it out then, on the beach.
but here's the "Orange" poem.
Orange is the color of her hair
Reminiscing when she was a pair
Reviewing the Pancake plans in Port
Weekend lunch, no orange punch
Fun with familyand friends, liked a bunch
Lotsa snow, chilly everyone.
Wishin' for water fun.
Lookin for the orange, orange sun.
I wish I did that. That would be funny at family dinners!
I like this poem thing. The person below me wants to write a haiku:
n. pl. haiku, also hai·kus
A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
Jim's eyes are quite nice.
Like a collected agate.
Which you would not trade.
About the whole oatmeal raisin thing. I'm happy for you, but no. I have oatmeal raisin post traumatic disorder. When I was little, they looked too much like chocolate chip cookies....but then you bit in and they were gruel patties with (a la Benny and Joon) humiliated grapes. My taste buds would have spasms....