Yester year’s graveyard
just don’t go there anymore
make room for today.

Spring time’s false promise
summer’s cruel reality
winter disappoints.

Moonlight on water
second-hand light shimmering
ghostly reflections.

Don’t eat the daises
dandelions taste much better
have a glass of wine.

Six feet tall and fat
big mommas make good lovers
wanna buy a bridge?

Over hill and dale
contented cows graze green grass
producing white milk.

Blue skies green pastures
babbling brook flowing through
counting sheep jumping.

Pungent aroma
lilac blooms perfume night air
nostalgic moments.