A Paco Lips

Oh, life's a ball and we're having it so
Always some sunshine, don'tcha well know...
Gotta have rain to make the flowers grow
I'll gather them, tie them up with a bow
And give them to you for when there is snow
When it's too cold in the day, we'll dance all the night
Not too old to play, young enough to be right
Our mountains and treetops become metaphors
While slipping and sliding on those hardwood floors
I tell you, I can't master those things in socks

And I love how we never have ends to our talks

When life becomes dreary, we'll splash in the puddles

And laugh hard enough to forget all our muddles

And then, as you know, sometimes things will be cheesy

But too many kittens just might make me sneezy

So all in all, as I've been trying to say

However we got here, I'd have it no other way

Just off the top of my head.... a very whoosh poem.

"You may tell me."
"Post it! Nao!"