"Who Has Mother Goose"
Not fable nor gise Id expect some lies. But to true selves thine own be shown. No bigger the tales of smaller details. No whiter the lines in between the refined. Oh..who has her! Ive not seen or read a book of the dead. Not heard of a lady in an old worn out shoe. Living on welfare in a tiny mad hatter. That sort of thing is no longer the matter. My miss Muffet how brown is that tuffet. Forgetting the spider instead waiting on a Jimmy.. Like Tigger or Buffet. One toe in the sand and one on a peach. Put there by a man from Hollywood beach
by Jeremy May