three tiny bear-cubs
three green tiny little bear-cubs
sat on the tiny green bank
they smoked a pipe
they ate some honey
and waited for so long...for
three tiny bear-cubs
the first one wore a bow
the second made a row
the third one was so high...
you should've known why...
i met three tiny bear-cubs
they still would make me laugh
the first one was in love
the second was falling of..
the third one ..i don't know
why don't you ask him
the first one was love-blinded
the second was love dumb-ed
the third one wouldn't hear
while i scream...
posted by Anonymous at Thursday, September 27, 2007
2 Comments:
heh niezla fotka:)
wiersze jak zwykle z przyjemnością czytam
Czemu mam dziwne uczucie ze doslownie jestem trzecim misiem ? :)) Nie idzie sie z Toba skontaktowac. Ani Skype, ani gadu... musze chyba w koncu maila skrobnac. Pozdrawiam goraco :*****
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