Around and around and around we go
We're off to see the monkey show
Tell me tell me if you know
Where thirsty black birds go
Thirsty black birds go
To a crow bar don't you know
Tell me tell me if you know
Why a needle can not sew
A needle can not sow
Because it's got no arms the seeds to throw
Tell me tell me if you know
What color the wind did blow
The wind was in a depression low
It's in the past, it's blue (blew) you know
Tell me tell me if you know
How the monkeys escaped from the monkey show?
The monkeys escaped from the monkey show
A mo(u)n(g) keys there's one unlocks cages you know
How can a deer hunter with arrows and bow?
Not be able to kill buck or doe
A deer hunter with arrows and bow
Can't kill money it's not alive you know
How can a snail that's slow
become a part of your little toe?
Cut off its s's so
Then it becomes a nail that's low
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2022 07:26
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Comments2
Playful and yet hinting of a deeper undertone of meaning. Very creative, Soren. And it’s fun to read as well! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for your review and comment it is greatly appreciated.
Life and the riddle of it.
We're all in it in our own way, going where we're going, but never really going at all. Maybe that's the whole joke of life, we find out at the end.
Thank you Paul. This I wrote for my grandchild but your right life is a riddle as we go round and round. Thank you so much for your review
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