In The Mirror
In my love for you my sweet, not a worry comes to mind
Where each seed that has been planted there are flowers now to find
Wading through the grain fields is a walk down lovers lane
Even though I broke my leg, still there is no pain
Trodding on to Grandma's house with horn-oí-plenty's yield,
my crutch wedged 'tween the cobblestones, fracturing Achilles heel
Then I came upon a pig's retreat built of straw ní sticks ní mortar,
when suddenly a wolf appeared, asking for Grandmother
"Aren't you just a bit confused", I asked the feral wanderer
"Grandma's house is three miles back, if youíre looking for food to plunder"
"ĎTis food indeed I seek little lassĒ!...the furry foe did say
ďJust a peek inside your basket and youíll soon be on your wayĒ!
So I set the tricky timer and stepped back a pace or two,
the Wolf popped open the basket and... ďKa-BOOM!!Ē
...left nothing but his shoes!
...just bein' Bluesy