Each end starts a new
Night is over, day begins
Journeys are this way
I just left the beach where I experienced a margarita (or more) induced nap and I’m sitting on the couch after a cold shower and I can feel the heat of the day leaving my body. A Vornado fan that has served me well for over a year is doing its best to copy the changing winds from the shore. Dessert came first, tonight, a hunk of Rocky Road fudge with LA Women, the whole album blasting through headphones. I’ve got my head back wishing for a dark, dirty honky tonk to put them down and end this perfect day.
All rights reserved-Chris Hancock
Princess and husband dressed for the cold
As winds were whipping across the beach
She maintained sexy while he went business bold
Yet the heat would be too much for each
Winds were whipping across the beach
Next to the peons the royals looked so old
And since the heat was too much for each
The husband decided his stodgy image would be sold.
The peons soon realized the royals were not so old
For the husband shed clothes while giving his speech
Allowing his stodgy image to be sold
While his wife approved of his move and nibbled on a peach.
Having shed clothes while giving a speech
He further broke the snobby mold
And with the princess done with her most delicious peach
They dashed for the water which must have been something to behold.