Writing Dreams.
I am going to write a story;
A weird and awesome tale,
Then I'll put it on the Internet,
And put it up for sale.
It will probably make a million;
If I'm lucky maybe two,
Then I'll buy myself an island,
And build a home for you.
In the morning we'll have sunshine,
When we nap;` a little rain,
In the night time it will snow,
Then the sun will shine again.
We'll have oranges, limes and lemons,
And we'll make sweet lemonade,
Then I'll write another book,
And we'll really have it made.
We'll have really happy children;
Maybe three or maybe four,
I will buy them all bright kites,
And we'll watch them as they soar.
We'll llamas and some donkeys,
We'll have dogs and cats and geese,
We'll have gorilla's and some monkeys,
And our fun will never cease.
But first I best get started,
Because I've not wrote anything down,
And the plot? it still eludes me,
And my brain is upside down.
So I'll wait until tomorrow;
Think about it overnight,
Then the story will come flowing,
And all will be alright.
I guess I jumped the gun;
Put the cart before the horse,
Because I'm really not that smart,
And my eyesight's getting worse.
So I won't tell you about,
And put false promises in your eyes,
And when my book is finished,
It will be a great surprise.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts