Sing a song of sixth sense
And a bucket full of sighs
Four and plenty absurds
Falsehoods, bluffs and lies
When the eyes were opened
The truth began to stink
Wasn’t that a dainty way
To break the way I think?
I was in the counting house
Counting all the funnies
You were in the parlour
Bright cheer and sunny
Wasn’t it you in the garden
Doing goodness knows
Then came crawling a centipede
And bit you on your toes
There was such a doodle
That this poor wretched wren
Had to come and labour
To soothe them back again
And for all my soulful efforts
She gave me with her hand
Nothing but a heavy bag
In which was only sand
So I thought to pull her nose off
And run away with it
But in the end my conscience won
For all the good it did.
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heh. this one also very ambiguous! do tell me :)
ReplyDeletelol... actually i had the sing a song of sixpence rhyme in my head for ages so i thought to play around with it... was talking about someone i knew back in secondary school... XD
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