2 line poem challenge

i want to stab this town in the face
and then get lost in a maze

i want a spin in a hotair balloon

 

i want to spin in a hotair balloon
because, as you know, i'm a bit of a loon

today, my gout was playing up

 

today my gout was playing up
and then made a big huge cup

the water boiled away to fast

 

the water boiled away to fast
But I could save the stew at last

Colorful trees in fall make a nice scenery

 

Colourful trees in fall make a nice scenery
especially surrounded by loadsa greenery

common sense is so uncommon

 

common sense is so uncommon
there's a fence i caught my mom on


that was a difficult rhyme, i think its pretty good

 

that was a difficult rhyme i think its pretty good
just as good as woody woodpecker

knockin',knock knockin' on wood

 

knockin',knock knockin' on wood
my rhyme took talent and yours is no good


november mornings are cool and brisk

 

november morning are cool and brisk
but i'll give you a warm hug if your willing to take the risk

the cold wind blowing would cut through brass

 

the cold wind blowing would cut through brass
i think i'll leave that one till last

the line is open to abuse

 

the line is open to abuse
theres so much trouble in the news

there is a star kite in the sky

 

there is a star kite in the sky
fingers crossed the wind dont die

youth wasted on the young

 

youth wasted on the young
so the old can have some fun

one more fence left to jump

 

one more fence left to jump

thats not a challenge ,dont be a hump


the object here is to try and be clever

 

the object here is to try and be clever
but i still don't have enuff neck veins for you to sever

sadistic drill instructors make us run

 

sadistic drill instructors make us run
they really do think we're having fun

i know a magic spell or two

 

i know a magic spell or two
This is too good to be true

(Hello Lilla. )

After a walk in the pouring rain

 

After a walk in the pouring rain
I'm ever so glad to be home again

Where the fire is roaring in the hearth

 

The whisky is in the cupboard, the world in another
Out the window is a breeze, waiting for a lover

 

Out the window is a breeze, waiting for a lover
you must mean a hooker on the corner

she looked at me in that disappointed way