Avalanche

Transit keeper does he belong, can’t he teach her a favorite song.

Dye her, sleep her, try to peep her can you find a Tom.

Ancient rival of a wise tale, foolish fellows forget to sail.

And can they find a trail behind the path of a lonely snail.

 

Loosely traveled hails from hell, open anger with none to tell.

Avalanche, of an angry spell.

Choose a gavel or sail in a well, chosen danger must I dwell.

Avalanche, of an angry spell.

 

End the sane but after terrain, skip along and play the game.

Guess it, press it, who could bless it?

Anyone with half a brain.

Could it be or is it me, I do believe I think I see.

An elephant flying across the sky, oh silly me it’s just a bee.

 

Loosely traveled hails from hell, open anger with none to tell.

Avalanche, of an angry spell.

Choose a gavel or sail in a well, chosen danger must I dwell.

Avalanche, of an angry spell.

 

© JUMP INK PUBLISHING 

WRITTEN BY JOE PULLEY