A hippie soul
In a wold full of hate
It's not to late
Stop the hate
Free the peace
Just simply be
A hippie soul
Peace
Love
Music
Spread the vibes
Spread the joy
Life is an open door
A hippie soul
In this wold full of hate
Find peace
It's not to late
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
A hippie soul
In a wold full of hate
It's not to late
Stop the hate
Free the peace
Just simply be
A hippie soul
Peace
Love
Music
Spread the vibes
Spread the joy
Life is an open door
A hippie soul
In this wold full of hate
Find peace
It's not to late
It crawled across the ground toward it's victim. What is it? Something from out of this world, is the best answer. Thin body, scaly reptile like skin. Razor sharp spikes down it back, Razor sharp claws on its feet and hands. When it opened it's mouth, Razor sharp teeth, layer upon layer rotating like a chainsaw. Blood shot eyes. The head a cross between human and reptile. That is the best I can do at describing such a hellish creature, and that is just from what I heard. For this happened many, many centuries before my birth.
Little Mrs Muffet had some nice looking tuffets
At least Little boy blue thought so
Along came a spider
To sit down beside her
Little boy blue told it to go home
Little bo-peep was keeping the beat
While reading poetry at a joint one day
Snapping their fingers along
To bo-peep's rhyming song
The audience got spacey that day
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Little bo-peep has lost her sheep
And didn't know what to do
So sheep went to the bar
She found her sheep drinking from jars
Flasks and barrels to
Sang to the tune of "Jesus Loves Me"
Donuts love me this I know
For the Donuts tell me so
Escaping the shop with speed
Rolling to my house with glee
Yes Donuts love me
Yes Donuts love me
Yes Donuts love me
For the Donuts told me so
Donuts say eat us everyday
We make your problems go away
With our testy sweet delights
Soon your troubles all take flight
Yes Donuts love me
Yes Donuts love me
Yes Donuts love me
For the Donuts told me so
George Thorogood at the bank B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad I'm to bad for the loan