Happy

He spoke of twigs and twats and twosomes
And Sunday afternoons,
While floating down the Danube
And counting all the loons,
Of pretty little birds
That sat upon his lap,
These memories are the best, said he
Oh, I’m a happy chap.

Odarepsed
6/26/14

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s