Crazy hazy
Strollin bones
Gets to lazy to pick up the phone
Stays awake deep into the night
Can't get up
Might give em a fright
Staggers out between one and three
The flood gates are open
If you new what he means
The answer to his riddle has flown the coop
Better get some sleep before it's time to
Brings charges against me
Heap them up to the sky
Spew out vitriol
I don't care why
To stand on one's honour is my only thought
And I do believe
I will get
My day in court.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most interesting riddle, indeed. Chickens roost early. They also fly the coop. Fun read my friend.
Thanks it was just some nonsense, I think
Great write
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