Random

Honey bunches of oats

Why doesn’t she like goats.

Oh well

If I were a kangaroo

Id live in a giant shoe

Indeed

When I walk down the street at night

I see the frogs in the ditches take flight

How odd

I like being out side in the black

Makes me feel like light is planning an attack

Waiting

The light always scatters dark

But dark is always in the park

Dark is forever

When light is no more

Dark will come back in scores