LocketIt isn't the right timeAs I am lying in wait.Looking for the right rhymeThat intertwines our fate.She unknowingly has this locket,And it plays a sad part.She let's it fly off like a rocket,Like my sad little heart.Her locket is special to me,As it makes me smile.It holds a picture of she,But it'll be of us, in a while.Things as they are,Are actually pretty fun.You're my special starIn a series that's just begun.
Little Grasshopper 2A little grasshopper found his way to a rather modern city compared to his rural village. This certain grasshopper wants to become someone worth remembering. Someone you can respect; someone who actually made a difference. His village is currently in a time of hardship. Famine and whatnots have been on the rise.The little grasshopper's first stop in the city, was the city square. He figured that maybe the city square was somewhat like his village's meeting place. There, he found numerous personalities, and countless sights to behold. From there he could see rather tall buildings which made use of its surroundings to make great use of the sunlight. There were also other grasshoppers in the area, most of which, had a lot to do. Some were on their way to work, and some were just there being idle. He eventually found his way to one of the rather...friendlier looking grasshoppers.Little grasshopper asked him if there was anything he could do to help a village in need, to which the friendl
The Rocket Mushroom 2The Rocket Mushroom.Showing might to fight.The Fuel for doom...Was Sprite!A lemon-lime flavor,A sweet little endeavor.A taste you will savor,A drink to love forever.His Ambrosial-nessHe who needs notA single buttress.He will make you squat.When he is high,Your powers are nigh.He will attenuateand set you straight.He does not cadge,You are just complaisant.So what if you wear a badge?You aren't even adjacent.The Rocket mushroomPrepare, craven.Gloom will loom.There will be no haven.
The Rocket MushroomUp top are the skies and stars.Here in the middle, love and imagination.Imagine a group of metal bars,Moving in their own formation.Cleaning with my broom,I saw something fantastic.A shining magical mushroom,And I felt enthusiastic.Metal bars and mushroomsCan only form one thing.With some weird fumes,Here comes the missile king.The Rocket Mushroom.The sign of danger,The source of all doom.Beware stranger.
An invitationAn invitation to stardomWas what I offered herWith an instigationof our own version ofgold, frankincense and myrrh.She softly declinedAs I convinced herTo join a prestigious blurIn time, she will preferThere was so much to confer.We had our own little debateShe slowed me somehow, subtlyI told my tale, unsure how,but it was one of theHappiest moments in my life.I promised her my serviceJust for her to joinI was to beg and offerEverything worth the coin.But alas she declined.I had the right wordsIn my tongue toAnswer back to her's.We had our own excuses,Both of us, left speechless.I promised her my serviceJust for her to joinI was to beg and offerEverything worth the coin.But alas she declined.But it was the happiest moment in my life.