July 2, 2013
O’ come and play dear Golden girl; Elixir as sweet as a mixture of honey And fix me a treat that keeps you so sunny, To trick mine eyes too to shine as a pearl. A sip and my trip is straight into the whirl, And smooth it is so for you are so runny. When with you I see the unimportance of munny, Else my world is a hush, as a thrush or a merl. So roses, I give to you in a hurl, My stomach is full of the fluff of a bunny, O’ come and play dear Golden girl. Do not shy away; my mind is a’ swirl, My moments are captured in drip, drips of honey. So roses, I give to you in a hurl. Whirling in whorls I dream of a world Where you can stay and keep company. O’ come and play dear Golden girl. Half-empty my glass, skies that aren’t sunny, Spinning, no balance, and yarns that aren’t funny. So roses, I give to you in a hurl, O’ Come and play, dear Golden Girl.