So The Writer Who Breeds More Words

Onward Up Many A Frightening Creek, Though Your Arms May Get Sore And Your Sneakers May Leak. Oh! The Places You'll Go!

Maybe Christmas, The Grinch Thought, Doesn't Come From A Store.

I Like Nonsense, It Wakes Up The Brain Cells. Fantasy Is A Necessary Ingredient In Living.

Preachers In Pulpits Talked About What A Great Message Is In The Book. No Matter What You Do, Somebody Always Imputes Meaning Into Your Books.

Waiting For The Fish To Bite Or Waiting For Wind To Fly A Kite. Or Waiting Around For Friday Night Or Waiting Perhaps For Their Uncle Jake Or A Pot To Boil Or A Better Break Or A String Of Pearls Or A Pair Of Pants Or A Wig With Curls Or Another Chance. Everyone Is Just Waiting.