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Rhymes by CB

It rolls off your tongue,
Tumbling over itself,
'Til it hits the ground.


Winter's Cold by CB

T'was a quite cold night,
Ne'er had I dreamed such a plight
Would befall me now.


Wind by CB

You never see it,
You cannot touch or hold it,
Yet, you know it's there.




Rain by CB

It falls from the sky,
Pounding the earth with its drops,
And soaking the land.


The Water Cycle by CB

The sun carries it,
The clouds will dispatch of it,
And all starts again.

Rain by CB

It falls from the sky like a drop of the sun,

It always falls, no intent of stopping, it ne'er slows,

It always insists on dropping, it stops for none

It does what it will, goes where it goes.

It touches thy skin like a silken wing,

Encasing thee in a heavenly trance,

Stopping thy worries, and numbing thy sting,

Making thee feel secure, even when relying just on chance.

Wetting thy face, drenching thy clothing.

Thou hast always bade that on another day, it come again.

Falling, falling, whilst the freezing wind is blowing.

Thou art found always peering at the sky, looking at the clouds, hoping for rain.

Rain by CB

O Rain, why do fall from the clouds?

Why are your drops so wet and small?

Sometimes your thunders are quite loud,

And your lightning bolts are quite tall.

Every afternoon, at least a sprinkles falls,

And every time it does, the street gets soaked and wet.

It drenches the ground, the grass, and even the walls,

And I got pounded with every rainstorm that I met.

Thank you, O thank you, for making me soaked,

Thank you, O thank you, for watering the plants,

And I love you, even though your lightning smoked.

Only, why couldn't you have left dry my pants?

Poetical Nonsense by CB

You walk around in your own special room,

Thinking of thoughts, and cooking up ideas,

Nurturing your mind until it's in full bloom,

Mentally designing your own chain of pizzerias.

Wondering, wondering, where are you going?

Walking and walking, just counting sheep,

What do I rhyme? Is it mowing or snowing?

Am I really boring you into an endless sleep?

That verse is over, it is time to start anew,

Writing and writing, and now this line is pending,

Now, O, now, "Finally," you say, I bid you, adieu.

The very last line is this, for this is the ending.