Once upon a time
There was a carrot
And everywhere it went
The rabbit did inhabit
The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Monday, April 23, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
What I said to the governor
Trusted ally of mine and many
You are well and I am happy
What was it we did wrong
What did we need in our song
Our days are short and filled
There are plenty who want us to be billed
Our needs are health and we are seemingly wise
Our goodness may pass before our own eyes
So be a friend and shut out the light
When the day is done and all is at night
And when you go home and say grace
Let there be no strife on your face
You are well and I am happy
What was it we did wrong
What did we need in our song
Our days are short and filled
There are plenty who want us to be billed
Our needs are health and we are seemingly wise
Our goodness may pass before our own eyes
So be a friend and shut out the light
When the day is done and all is at night
And when you go home and say grace
Let there be no strife on your face
Monday, April 16, 2012
Why I stole the bright blue crayon
I was angry, I know
And so that was to be
That there be a mix
Of crayola and me
I opened the box
And before my eyes
Was a bright blue crayon
All blue and surprise
So take it I did
And closed the lid
Who would have thought
I did what I did
And so that was to be
That there be a mix
Of crayola and me
I opened the box
And before my eyes
Was a bright blue crayon
All blue and surprise
So take it I did
And closed the lid
Who would have thought
I did what I did
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Snacking on Freedom
Great willy me
I significantly fell on my knee
The cup was always full
Yet runneth over it did poorly
So I putteth it in the pantry
And I read up on wine
And I wrote a long book
And then I woke from my sleep
Were you there for me today
Or tomorrow if thats alright
For I shall recompose
And check if the deck is half full
Or if the day is half lived
I significantly fell on my knee
The cup was always full
Yet runneth over it did poorly
So I putteth it in the pantry
And I read up on wine
And I wrote a long book
And then I woke from my sleep
Were you there for me today
Or tomorrow if thats alright
For I shall recompose
And check if the deck is half full
Or if the day is half lived
Sunday, April 1, 2012
To my last caller
To my last caller
I hope you were genuine
For trumpets call
And drums roll
When you sing your name
I hope you were genuine
For trumpets call
And drums roll
When you sing your name
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