|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Bright Lights, Big City.
Contributed by
dtborchert
on
Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 01:38:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
|
I am flying on a plane,
I am flying in the rain.
I am playing in the park,
And I hear a distant bark.
On the ice I go skate,
I’ll try a figure eight.
I hear a clopping horse,
A carriage too, of course.
I ride in a car of yellow,
And pay the fine, young fellow.
The street is long and broad,
The way I do applaud.
The Empire I must climb,
And it’s open all the time.
And then I see the dame,
Holding up her flame.
Oh the apple I will bite,
Till it’s time to say goodnight.
Copyright ©
dtborchert
... [
2004-12-06 13:38:36]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Bright Lights, Big City.
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Monday, 6th December 2004 @ 01:57:53 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
i wanna be part of it! new york, new york!
nice one.
Johnny. |
|
|
Re: Bright Lights, Big City.
(User Rating: 1 )
by Sinned on
Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 09:47:40 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
It's my kind of town.
Darn.
I did you wrong song.
Clever write.
Sinned |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
