Behind Closed Doors
Behind closed doors Life goes on By living By laughing By loving more Life goes on Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors Life goes on By living By laughing By loving more Life goes on Behind closed doors
These days are made For stayin’ home Just chillin’ Got nowhere to roam I may go surfin’ This afternoon Then listen to My favorite tunes I’ll add a comment Click a like or two On social media ‘cause that’s what we do These days when we’re Stayin’ home Just chillin’ With nowhere to roam
You’re one to rely on In times of change Now even you, Coffee, Taste a bit strange You’re no longer smooth You seem a bit sour Like you’ve been in the pot For too many an hour You’re bitter, Coffee, Right from the drip I like you less The more I sip
There’s no better day than today. The news is bad and it’s getting worse every time we look. If we let it, it will bring us down, down, down into the doldrums of doom where Virus is King and we’re all slaves in its Kingdom. There’s no better day than today to rebel and… Read More Be Creative
Don’t breathe too deeply Be careful what you touch A group of ten May be too much Wash your hands While singing happy birthday Watch the news For a countdown to doomsday You can’t dine in But drive-throughs are open Because of social distancing Work and schools are closing Try not to touch your… Read More Six Feet
Since toilet paper is trending In popularity this year I can’t help but wonder What baby names we’ll hear Surely, they’ll be Charmin A little girl to adore All will hug and squeeze her Until her parents say no more Cotton and Elle Multipacks are better than one A boy and a girl Will… Read More Toilet Paper
The rambling rambler rambled Down the dirt road Kicking up dust On legs that were bowed On feet that were blistered By old cowboy boots He never stopped moving Never put down any roots The rambling rambler rambled Across state lines Tipping his hat At each “Welcome to” sign Sampling the food Made famous… Read More The Rambling Rambler Rambled
Lavender fields Grew despite the smog Under the veil Of polluted fog That became heavier As it closed in Carrying the sins Of where it’d been Lavender fields Grew stronger still Spreading from their field To the crest of the hill Where above the smog Their purpose was clear Lavender fields Cleansed the atmosphere
Her bucket was heavy With too much weight Despite the burdens She knew life could be great So, she emptied her bucket Drip by drip And avoided the mud So, she didn’t slip With eyes wide open She picked up a pen Wrote her own bucket list And began again
Wake up From a dream Or keep on dreaming Keep on scheming About a place so good You can’t help but stay A little longer Like you belong there As the real world Dives deeper Into nightmares And creatures So real that they wish They could just Wake up
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