2 line poem challenge

howls rising with the big blood ted harvest moon
wolves calling their little ones home

the wilds keep all their secrets safe

 

the wilds keep all their secrets safe
hidden safe from that bandit called Rafe

searching high and low for what he didn't ken.....

 

Searching high and low for what he didn't sluice shit into the rivers, which only old men fish in. We swim in a purer poetry

 

We swim in a purer poetry
Beautiful and jolly

Let the horses run free

 

Let the horses run free
over the white sands beside the sea

rejoicing in the wonderful caress of the wind

 

rejoicing in the wonderful caress of the wind
and recounting all the times that i've sinned


macaroni,you're a phony,bring me my linguine

 

macaroni,you're a phony,bring me my linguine
And do that fast or I call Luigi Beefaroni!

The music is magic

 

the music is madgic
the lyrics are tragic

the singer is hoarse

 

the singer is hoarse
of course, of course

the moon is rising high in the sky

 

the moon is rising high in the sky
as the stars all gather to say hi

the owls are hooting in the trees

 

the owls are hooting in the trees
as the branches sway in the gentle breeze

the leopard is on the prowl

 

the leopard is on the prowl
being watched by the wise old owl

the mountain is watching over the valley

 

the mountain is watching over the valley
strolling in the moonlight we linger and dajjy

the leopard coughs low but joud....

 

the leopard coughs low but joud
as he goes to his new abode

his eyes gleaming bright in the dark

 

his eyes gleaming bright in the dark
in the distant meadow the last evening calls of the lark

the moon rising full and bright

 

the moon rising full and bright
with promise of the coming night

Here, with you, I can relax

 

Here, with you, i can relax
and share nice tea with you, from my flask

and listen to the sound of friendship

 

and listen to the sound of friendship
without you having to move a lip

old movies and popcorn with you on the couch...

 

old movies and popcorn with you on the couch
and pancakes full of syrup that melt in our mouths

and when daylight comes again, off down to the beach

 

and when daylight comes again, off down the beach
the waves will wash away, our footprints in the sand...

A warm fire is burning in my heart,