Hello it’s Mr Kettle I received your childish call
But Mr Pot you’re black as me you know
Though all time is springing forward it will return in the fall
Allowing you to reap the insults that you sow

I saved a pretty penny just to purchase pretty thoughts
But all I got was whistle without prayer
As I searched I got bored looking as I felt all out of soughts
Understanding what was lost just wasn’t there.

Looking for a way back in as I have been gone far too long
As I’m searching for the words to fit the tune
After weeks of failed attempts here are some words to fit the song
Finally the end is near I’ll finish soon

Hello it’s General Custer I can see Little Big Horn
Time to create more famous victories
Just an undefeated General in a victory spattered war
I ride to mark my place in history

I took a thousand pictures to be worth a million words
Got lost in pixel counting for a day
Searching through a month of Sundays to find one that will just walk
Though February marches April may.