Friday, February 13, 2009

Pepper Mill Song

A lovely day
Takes caraway,
But who has got the thyme?
The plumbing leeks,
(It has for weeks)
And yet we play the mime.
I'm cumin in.
Don't sit and grin,
You know just what I mint,
I ought to know
Where onions grow
I'll give you all a hint.
In early fall
I tried to call
A girl I used to know.
By all that's vague!
A real nut, Meg,
Barefoot in chili snow.
Now, I'm no sage,
But at my age
I still don't quite know why
That dilly kid
Must flip her lid
With onions in her eye.

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