Poem time :)
Hopalong Beamalong
He's hopping along, and he's beaming along,
And he thinks that both are the best.
And he can't choose between them,
Cos hey, he says, who says that he can't have the rest?
The world dictates it that's who says.
I try to tell him this all the time,
He won't realise till he's older, and by then, you know,
By then you're just past your prime.
Maybe he'll learn his lesson someday,
Maybe he'll stop to consider.
And when he does, oh when he does,
The flowers will come wandering hither.
But hither is gone, gone to the hills,
Gone to the love of her life.
And thither remains, all standing forlorn,
Remaining in want of a wife.
A/N: Just a little thing I cooked up. I like it quite a bit, so it's going to my journal! First proper post I've made to the lj. ;)
He's hopping along, and he's beaming along,
And he thinks that both are the best.
And he can't choose between them,
Cos hey, he says, who says that he can't have the rest?
The world dictates it that's who says.
I try to tell him this all the time,
He won't realise till he's older, and by then, you know,
By then you're just past your prime.
Maybe he'll learn his lesson someday,
Maybe he'll stop to consider.
And when he does, oh when he does,
The flowers will come wandering hither.
But hither is gone, gone to the hills,
Gone to the love of her life.
And thither remains, all standing forlorn,
Remaining in want of a wife.
A/N: Just a little thing I cooked up. I like it quite a bit, so it's going to my journal! First proper post I've made to the lj. ;)