I've Thought

I've thought about an idea
From the inside of my head
Where every single colour
Has it's own thread

It's a great idea
But I carn't fully tell
Because then you may tell
And get all the praise aswell

Don't be sad, about my idea
it's too good for you
No one would believe
you made it up too

They'd recognise the idea
And be sure it was mine
So I wouldn't have to worry
Because it would be fine

Everyone will like my idea
If I can ever tell it
I'd like to shout it now
But you could catch it

I could put my idea
In writing, of course
But can you read?
Would you steal the source?

But my fine idea
I know it is the best
But it could get lost out there
Along with the rest

So I won't say my idea
Though it's amazing, really
But I can't share it with you
I just have this feeling

K. M. Rogers

Quite Rightly, Quite Rightly (no cliche there)

This could be rather interesting. We will be seeing if there are any differences in opiums between my very official publisher and mour. Mightaby that choosing shall be rather different and the reason there is a very offiscal snublisher will become transparent. You never know.
Lets go as recent as goode. As in now.

'I haft no lonies' he stead pecuniary
and fave a forwards glance
not no one noticed
when he started to dance

'but I haft no lonies 'he spread pecuniary
overs and overs begain
'which sail I do'
he whipered in the rain

'I haft no lonies' he shed pecuniary
'and no trends, too'
If you looke at him
You'll see that it's true

'I haft no lonies' he said pecuniary
'None, none, none' he tried
Then came about a persnob
who looked him wonky in the eye.
'SHUDDUP!'

Doubt that would got on to my (very) offial thingo.
I love you lovely (you snow who you tar) and no defense was suspended.