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Everyone knows she's a ramblin' rose she's a beauty growin' wild. Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best for mother nature's favourite child.
I see the girl there. I stop and then I stare. But oh fear has found me. I feel it surround me. But I can't give in. I walk on over. And tap her on her shoulder. And say "you're a fine dame".
#opussweeklychallenge There once was a man named Flynn Who wouldn't let anyone in His doors remained locked Bolted, barricaded, blocked As if opening them would be a sin A pretty young maiden named...
I'd pick you up at midday, New suit on, flowers in hand, Limousine at the ready, You won't want this night to end.
Wearing the finest tulle and lace dress Low waisted, off the shoulder with dainty sleeves My blonde hair parted in the middle Ringlets, decorated with tiny flowers and leaves In my wonderful ball...
Mr.
I asked you to dance, Not knowing what the night would hold, When I'm with you I feel empowered, Who knew I could be so bold.
Can you be my knight, With incredibly shiny armor. But have you got it all, The looks, brain, good karma. Will you be my hero, Second to all but none. Will you persevere, Until my heart is won.
Beautiful Prince Charming. Your wonder is so disarming. You call for the perfect princess. Someone who you can undress. She calls out to you from her tower. With beautiful gifts you shower.
I winced slightly as my mother tightly yanked the lace strings on the corset, tying it as tight as she could. "Something wrong, dear?" Mother asked from behind me, lacing the dress back up.
I step back, You leap ahead. You tap your feet, Senses all dead. I step forward, You give me a twirl. We swap partners, Yours a lusty girl. You return to me, I take your hand.
Right so to put the original to music I needed to add a chorus so here is the revised version and the music to go with is still slight work in progress.
Hey there darling Staring at me Do you like what you see Do you think you're worthy of me Do you wanna be my hunni-bee Hey there gorgeous Looking over here Would you frown if I drunk your...
A rod drips in to cool open waters, Beware, this pond guarded by otters, Silver fish slip slowly between the eyes, Some brown, green or blue as skies, The bait is beauty, humour and wit, An attitude...
Please lend me your ears And tell you a story Of midnight fun And morning glory Of days gone by In days of old I've got a story That's begging to be told.
This poem was written by @ell and @lucandsurprise. So much choice. So many mates. So little time. I can't be late. They spread there glory. Before my eyes. There beautiful feathers. Are my prize.
In oak clad vale, before time-weary flames a hundred bards, story-tellers, and those that remember those things long lost and forgotten, did meet but once every four-score years and ten.
It's that time of year again when the flowers bloom, the sun shines and love is literally in the air. Pigeons.