I’m out there,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond space,
Cruisin’ . my own pace
Enjoying the race…
Sometimes . the bottom of the ocean,
I sail in my little yellow submarine,
No wind, nor waves, only currents making motion,
It’s become sometimes oh so routine…
So if Ed you don’t see,
Imagine him in the sea,
Along with me is the mutt,
He likes to bark at the fishies,
The pressure does also kill his flea’s…J
© ed J 5/29/07
Blessings,
Joyce B.
But, if it makes you happy....don't inhale the fleas.
Greetings to rufuz.
Georg
Thanks,
Dan
Love Tinka
LOL Ed, fair go m8
Chezza
I've been conspicuously absent, not by choice: our computer croaked and the local library's internet was down, thanks to a lightning strike. :) Glad you're here, me, too! Take care,
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Now I've got "Yellow Submarine" in me head: thanks. :)