The tears from the heavens,. Falling from the sky like a million little presents,. Making music so beautiful as they hit the ground,. Part of a symphony so grand,. It can plod on for hours. But it is a an unpredictable song,. On an instance it took the form of a soft minuet,. Light, carefree and tinged with joy. Another time, it was a funeral march,.

It goes without saying,. Round here, is done by me. So forget prince charming,. Though my face is alarming,. Or waking me up in the AM,. Both i refuse to condone. Man, my cat can wear boots. So what i have a pet donkey,. All you haters can all go to heck.

Why am i the coolest person. Who has ever livéd? For I can lift three five-ton. I can read a book backwards,. Even from right to left. But this is nothing compared to my leopards. Because they simply are not worthy of my coolness. The master and commander of the great.