If I could write words

I’m walking backwards for Christmas,It’s the only thing for me.I’ve tried walking sideways,And walking to the front,But people just look at me,And say it’s a publicity stunt.I’m walking backwards for Christmas,To prove that I love you.An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleenFrom Dublin Galway Bay.He longed for her arms,But she spurned his charms,And sailed o’er…

and the monkeys all say BOO!There’s a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.On the Nong Ning NangAll the mice go ClangAnd you just can’t catch ’em when they do!So its Ning Nang NongCows go Bong!Nong Nang NingTrees go pingNong Ning NangThe mice go ClangWhat a noisy place to…

On the road to Mandalay.He was knocked down againBy a dust cart in SpainAnd again in Zanzibar.So,He travled at nightIn the pale moon lightAway from the traffic growlBut terrible luckHe was hit by a duckDriven by an owl.

I left my shoes and socks there –I wonder if they’re dry?

The lush of the river singing morning songsFish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.The grey-green pike lances upstreamKale, like mermaid’s hairpoints the water’s drift.All is morning hushand bird beautiful.I only,I didn’t have flu.

When suddenly from the alphabetWas heard a loud ‘Tut-Tut!’Said A to B, ‘I don’t like C;His manners are a lack.For all I ever see of CIs a semi-circular back!’‘I disagree,’ said D to B,‘I’ve never found C so.From where I stand he seems to beAn uncompleted O.’C was vexed, ‘I’m much perplexed,You criticise my shape.I’m…