aaaahhhhhhhh under the covers with you in the morn
such a thought so easily born
but you know its never a sin
when all you want, is to sleep in!

She stood with the sunlight held in her hands,
caressing it as though she were a child...
She wanted to rub it all over her skin,
Let her inhibitions run wild.

The warmth that ran through her fingertips,
Felt so much like the friends that she knew.
The sunlight that continued to gather about her,
only grew, and grew, and grew.

Oh her smile, I can still see today,
having neither faded in memory or life...
This is how she looked, the day that I met her.
This is how she looked, when I made her my wife.

She stood with the sunlight held in her hands,
as the preacher promised us both to be,
and then she took that sunlight,
that she had shined so bright...
and she shared her sunlight with me.

The warmth that ran through our fingertips...
Felt so much like the friends that we knew,
And as the sunlight gathered to cover us both,
it grew, and it grew, and it grew.

How our love, I can still feel today,
having neither faded in memory or life...
The sun has only learned how to shine even brighter.
My warmth, my sunlight... my wife.

wow, is it getting hot in here
open the widow, but not the door
now let in some of that breeze
you guys just might hit the floor

michelle! its a wonderful thing that you joined us!
come into the oven and write with the chorus
so open the window and let in fresh air
and maybe the sweat will dry from my hair

well thank you audrey
hopefully soon your hair will dry
for i will come in
then we all will join in

It's a good thing you showed up,
Audrey was getting to hot...
and you know how she loves,
to be put on the spot...
she'll just throw a pitch,
if she isn't the center of attention,
cause the way that she pouts,
well, do I need mention...

So hello again, how are you today michelle,
it's so very nice to see you hear,
I hope your doing well...
I must say that each time I read from you,
a little catchy rhyme...
that, It gets better everytime...
and I can see that,
I can read that...
and girl.... that's PHAT!

so michelle how is your evening?
over here were definatly steaming
but ill turn on the cooler and down with the heat
though i have to say thatll be no easy feat
so what playful things did your kids do today?
did they play in the yard or roll in the hay?

i am doing swell
i put every effort into what i write, well
i have been here for a while
you haven't known for awhile

frozn you fool!
now i really am cool
i didnt hear YOU Bi*chin
when i rolled in your kitchen
and warmed a lil spot
on your countertop

but i agree with wishes well
for our dear michelles
sweet little tunes
sing like the loons
and are getting quite swell

you know how hard it is to read in a rhyme
like letters and e-mails without any rhyme
my brain seems to try
but it is not going to buy

now i didn't mean to start a fight
i'm only here to join in the flight

lol.... not fighting
just gently biting

no fighting no fighting,
but yes, some gentle biting...
dont worry to much about that tho...
if you like, one of us will nibble your toe...

I hadn't really thought to much,
about when I read mail,
and the fact that it doesn't rhyme,
might give someone hell...

But now that you mention,
I can see that it could...
after all, once you get used to rhyming,
it practically should!

That's an oddly good point,
Misses Michelle...
I'm so sorry, that your regular,
reads like such hell!

if that is gently
i would hate to see hard
your laughing, i feel greatly
let's all go join in the sand

frozn you fool!
now i really am cool
i didnt hear YOU Bi*chin
when i rolled in your kitchen
and warmed a lil spot
on your countertop

but i agree with wishes well
for our dear michelles
sweet little tunes
sing like the loons
and are getting quite swell


ah Miss Audrey, how I can cool your affections,
like the sinking of the moons, and the rising of the suns...
when we rolled in my kitchen,
and you left a warm spot,
I admit, when you got up,
that the counter was hot...
and that the air itself had even seemed to steam,
for a second I thought I was caught, in a visual dream...
but careful we must be, and careful we must play,
when with the other children, we watch what we say!
Just kidding, just kidding, we all know it's a joke...
you, and anyoneelse, can say what they want,
no matter what they spoke...
although sometimes, we must be careful,
of what we do say...
after all, something to raunch, too risque...
could get us all kicked off someday!

i agree completely with your mail lined quip
ifind myself trying to rhyme my book as i sip
from my coffee this evening
and all that im reading
isnt so easy to lip!

ah Miss Audrey, how I can cool your affections,
like the sinking of the moons, and the rising of the suns...
when we rolled in my kitchen,
and you left a warm spot,
I admit, when you got up,
that the counter was hot...
and that the air itself had even seemed to steam,
for a second I thought I was caught, in a visual dream...
but careful we must be, and careful we must play,
when with the other children, we watch what we say!
Just kidding, just kidding, we all know it's a joke...
you, and anyoneelse, can say what they want,
no matter what they spoke...
although sometimes, we must be careful,
of what we do say...
after all, something to raunch, too risque...
could get us all kicked off someday!


and you think that im thanking
for that verbal spanking?
oh well... i guess youre right
so on with the fight
and anyone thinking that thats too risque
really doesnt know how to play

so woe is me
youll jsut have to see
that this is quite mild
for i can be really wild
this really does pale
to what i might sendto your mail!

i had thoughts of sending mail
that even might have a smell

im sur eyour mail would smell like roses
but an interesting dilemma that poses
some want cookies baking so sweetly
others grass mown so neatly
or maybe a parchment so crumbly old
the air in the mountains so rich and so cold