Time to Question

Time to Question

Time to Question

Roses are red…I am not blue
Many a thought I once had of you
This is the present that was the past
Off to the future, I’m ready at last

Catch a falling star, and then let it go
Make a wish in a well, only then shall I know
Starlight, Star bright, first time to take a flight
Kiss a frog upon a night (Oh my dear, I think he bite)

Walking on a summer’s beach
In the moonlight, what does it teach?
Romance thick just as molasses
It is for greenhorn lads and lasses

Stop to smell a summer’s meadow
Sneeze like hell or in its shadow
Skipping rope as merrily you will
Or take up the slack to avoid the kill

Climb right up to the top of the tree
Then look down to how far you could pee
Sock your best friend of whom you like
Then stick out your tongue like a little tyke

Shake a leg, and then shake it off
Is it maturity of which you scoff?
Or is it footloose and fancy-free?
Exempt of the stiffness that robs you of glee!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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