#AmericanWriters
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
Have you seen Amanda Blaine in th… Wandering through the morning rain… Have you seen her at her door, lis… And a man who went to war from the… Have you heard her mournful cries…
Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…
It was Sat night at the slammer t… As they dragged in every freak fro… One by one they entered the cell a… Were all different but all seemed… They held me down and put it on my…
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit... A little too small —just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and than… Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure, But she is in love with Freddy. Karen’s sweet, but Harry has her. Gentle Jane is going steady. Carol hates me. So does May.
Once I spoke the language of the… Once I understood each word the c… Once I smiled in secret at the go… And shared a conversation with the… in my bed.
Someone put their baby brother Under this basket—— The question is exactly why, But I’m not going to ask it. But someone, I ain’t sayin’ who,
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
Walk into a restaurant with chicke… Look at the menu I want roastbeaf… A waitress comes up I order baked… Oh when she brings it I want ham’… Because my mind keeps a movin’ bou…
Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He got tickled by his mom. Wiggled and giggled and fell on th… Laughed and rolled right out the d… All the way to school and then
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
I went to the doctor– He reached down my throat, He pulled out a shoe And a little toy boat, He pulled out a skate