I don’t talk in rhyme,
I don’t write in rhyme.
I don’t know what time
that might be mine,
so, I’ll just whine,
but not about swine
who swim in brine
but don’t drink wine.
I changed my mind.
I don’t talk in rhyme,
I don’t write in rhyme.
I don’t know what time
that might be mine,
so, I’ll just whine,
but not about swine
who swim in brine
but don’t drink wine.
I changed my mind.