SUPERBOWL FEB. 1st 2015
I really, really would like to go outside
To hang out with the fairies somewhere tonite...
Where the snow has dried up
And the grass's soft and moist under my curled toes
Far from the shouts and the frenzied excitements
Of a ball being chased about
Between pints and nacho chips
I would like to soar with fairies wings
Whilst the most poundage of buffalo chicken wings
Are inhaled in one single nite
Well... it is nice to know, it makes me smile
That eventhough I may the only one not watching Super Bowl
Bonding and camaderie
Is being built around a ball
Artfully and skilfully tossed about....
I really, really would like to go outside
To hang out with the fairies somewhere tonite...
Where the snow has dried up
And the grass's soft and moist under my curled toes
Far from the shouts and the frenzied excitements
Of a ball being chased about
Between pints and nacho chips
I would like to soar with fairies wings
Whilst the most poundage of buffalo chicken wings
Are inhaled in one single nite
Well... it is nice to know, it makes me smile
That eventhough I may the only one not watching Super Bowl
Bonding and camaderie
Is being built around a ball
Artfully and skilfully tossed about....
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