The scribbles of a lifetime.
Wise persons underpaid.
House infested hills lay out of focus.
A drain pipe bursts in shame.

When does a green pen decide to write,
And when does it refrain?
A lonely addict sits and writes,
It won't help a thing for him to sit.
Lying would be better.

A humming, buzzing, TV bird
Throws  her colors at me.
Because when a thinker needs to think for us,
Our thinking gets all lazy!

He rather likes to drink his tea,
He's more of a traditional.
But if tradition's tea is served at four,
It's just another ritual.

Paranoia is a game for some,
But then, you might get caught!
So if a sponge can be called "Bob",
Then surely so could your uncle.

How do cows turn at all,
If they cant twist their feet?
I sincerely hope that their center is bendy,
Other wise they must get irate.

The fact that trees reach for the sun,
Is nothing but an old myth.
They really reach up for the clouds,
Because they don't use any sun screen.