Simple Me – Not Simple Times, Simple Does – Those are my Rhymes. No Deep Meanings I can See, If there Are – It’s news to Me. Bazaar Thoughts to Paper Wed, least There’s still Some in my Head. Words just Flow to my Creation, in It’s Simple Formulation. Hope the Rhymes from my Brain […]
If Rhyme is Written in the Forrest, is it Read or just Dismissed? Who is There to Really Care, Bumble Bee to Big Black Bear? How to Know when Rhyme is Right, to be Read by any Type? Simple Answer is a “Yup.” when Sounds from Falling Trees startup.
A thought goes Whizzing through my Mind, close Enough to Rhyme a Rhyme. Like a Horse running to Water, get It on Some kind of Blotter. To the Pasture or the Barn, Indecision – Oh my Darn! Hits my Brain like Dynamite, what the Hell did I just Write?
If I’d Gather Rhyming Words, Give them to a Flock of Birds. Together we Would create Birth, by Planting Words around the Earth. Perhaps from help of Buzzing Bees, The World would sprout up Rhyming Trees. Folklore we’d create Indeed, the Saga – Bobby Rhymingseed.