Ala bam a
Yes, I believe you are an angel,
With wings spread out in gold,
Your talent is so evident,
The way your poems unfold.
Don't forget the past my dear,
It's something that teaches a lesson,
You'll be stronger every year,
And will no longer make these concessions.
I've been searching the skies so blue,
Looking for your maiden flight,
But I'll be damned if I can see you
You're somewhere outta sight.
But flying can be hazardous,
Even when flying in flocks,
LongJohn and Balladeer will say,
I'm looking for your sweet black box.
Now it could be true, but I don't want you,
To think that my motives are such,
But your "black box" surely interests me,
It would give me pleasure a bunch.
Only cuz I'm such a nice guy,
with feelings for your safe return,
But those two are such devious ones,
They presume my real concerns.