I have nothing much,
a few pennies in the bank,
that little piggy.
I’m trying to paint,
a scene here and a scene there,
makes a pair of scenes.
I’m drawing circles,
and they just gather round me,
and follow me too.
The day is quite warm,
it is nice and I like that,
a day for a coke.
My eyes tell me sleep,
my coffee says I will try,
to keep you awake.
I am floating home,
I hopped a passing balloon,
that then let me down.
The blossoms are pink,
on the cherry blossom trees,
they way they should be.
