Golden eyes

They were wrangling

For the gold which

Is sold to deities, 

Heaven foretold. 

Their eyes were golden, 

Just their eyes; Now

Their eyes are soft

With love, hope and song

Goodness wins, it always does, 

Heaven forbids evil, 

And lets goodness win;

Goodness does in love, 

Hope, song and eternity. 

Holding the pack together

Your four walls and mine sixteen, 

Our twenty digits make forty;

If it comes crumbling down as a

Pack of cards, will it still be mine? 

Without doubt; Even as into space we fly, 

Hold them close, ok? Don't let go to get by. 

The formidable soup lady

This foolish lady has been

Calling the shots because she

Is so dandy, so Randy and all;

She knows not how to sing glories

Of her escapades under the golden sun;

Those days when she ruled the roost, 

We're her boost, were her boost;

May be now she is aching for soup

To oil her rope with great hope;

She will in two forget all the roost

For chickens cackle too and so do

Pigeons and bunnies, so when the plot

Is foiled this night in two she 

Screams: "I WANT MY BOOST! "