'Nonsense Poetry' de The Pancakes (Flying In The Blue Sky On A Frying Pan)

Nonsense Poetry

The Pancakes


here it comes the sun
here it comes the number one
struggling through the rain
smuggled in a non-stop train
if you come
come by run
it'll bring us much more fun
playing puns
eating buns
doing what we haven't done
write me however you want
read me whenever you like
take me wherever you go
tell me whatever you know
look at what you cannot see
listen to what you can't hear
touch what you're unable to feel
sniff what you're unable to smell
now the drugs don't work
and the memories only hurt
sit where as i please
writing nonsense poetries
what if i've eaten your popcorn
would it turn you on
what if i tell you sunday is gone
would you blow the horn