Ah Eve you are wickedly talented at what you do.
And stubborn.
And tenacious; all wrapped up in an insane little package of clarity.
So is He!
Yes quite contrary merry!
With cock, and shells, and missiles pointed at me.
With a firing brigade...the long arm of the law, for a lifetime...
Which is what we have isn't it?
Say Eve how will you win?
Stunning and stammering and falling all over...
I swoon and near faint, at the flight of my Peter Pan.
He is swift with the middle finger and surely it's a turn on!
Still stammering, and stunning as I am, waiting for my tiara!
Hoist the banner high, and as the shrieking goes in the night it was nothing...
but a canon ball aimed in my direction.
But no worries, no worries...Eve's got her cat to protect her!
And SheRah is fierce as was my Zander..a protector loyal!!!
Fiercely she ballads her love tune, much like Poe's Lenore.
But be the twixt of the blade sharpened, and the rod and iron gate still standing.
Should she come stunning and stammering through?
"Aye!"
Um...no!!!
She drifts upon the sorely sea bathing in the foam of futility!
Her cries nothing but a resounding gong of false prophet.
And shall she make this project any bigger it would be like the place of her birth,
White Center...Seattle!
Shout out! Roof tops can you hear her now?
Eccentric lover of futility...feral in the night...
For merry, merry cock and shells and seashore rains there never.
And that silver spoon...ever so slightly not in her silverware drawer.
And that taunting tenacity of maybe!
Maybe so Eve!
You're stubborn!
So is He!
"Aye!!!"
They all say "Aye!"
So is He!
And stubborn.
And tenacious; all wrapped up in an insane little package of clarity.
So is He!
Yes quite contrary merry!
With cock, and shells, and missiles pointed at me.
With a firing brigade...the long arm of the law, for a lifetime...
Which is what we have isn't it?
Say Eve how will you win?
Stunning and stammering and falling all over...
I swoon and near faint, at the flight of my Peter Pan.
He is swift with the middle finger and surely it's a turn on!
Still stammering, and stunning as I am, waiting for my tiara!
Hoist the banner high, and as the shrieking goes in the night it was nothing...
but a canon ball aimed in my direction.
But no worries, no worries...Eve's got her cat to protect her!
And SheRah is fierce as was my Zander..a protector loyal!!!
Fiercely she ballads her love tune, much like Poe's Lenore.
But be the twixt of the blade sharpened, and the rod and iron gate still standing.
Should she come stunning and stammering through?
"Aye!"
Um...no!!!
She drifts upon the sorely sea bathing in the foam of futility!
Her cries nothing but a resounding gong of false prophet.
And shall she make this project any bigger it would be like the place of her birth,
White Center...Seattle!
Shout out! Roof tops can you hear her now?
Eccentric lover of futility...feral in the night...
For merry, merry cock and shells and seashore rains there never.
And that silver spoon...ever so slightly not in her silverware drawer.
And that taunting tenacity of maybe!
Maybe so Eve!
You're stubborn!
So is He!
"Aye!!!"
They all say "Aye!"
So is He!