There once was a woman who lived in a shoe She had so many relatives; she didn’t know what to do Her sister got mad because of something she said For the first time, they didn’t talk before bed. Her brother had too much to drink And opened his mouth,…
There is a small circle in which I live Back and forth we choose to give Never a question about your need Our tribe, sharing the same seed.
We ran and we played all though the hood Doing things we shouldn’t and things that we should Over fences, through ditches we made our way That's how children played back in the day.
Shiny and proud, the color of red The most beautiful crayon in the box, some said Used to color rainbows, roses and lips Used so often she rounded her tip.
There are many things that you can take Which don’t belong to you Possessions and choices, just to name a few.
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.
Oh, the heat we have in Texas makes a cat meow It burns the paws of doggies and tans the hides of cows The tar it gets so hot, that when you cross the street Make sure to wear your shoes or burn the bottoms of your feet.
I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
I was sitting so comfortably in my chair When on my face, I found a stray hair Where did it come from? How long was it there? I jumped straight up from my comfortable chair.
My social media suffers a lot Too many irons in more than one pot A potential gig wants to see my fans Hopping from the fire to the frying pan.