rANdOm

Some people have said they quite liked my "Fat Bottomed Owls", so I thought I might share more of my penmanship. I wrote quite a bit during a period of time in '99-2000 but instead of pointing you to my "still there but inactive" website, I'll just republish some of the things here. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad or thought provoking; or, like this next case, just purely random.
I always said on my website that if anyone could explain this fully, they'd win a prize. The offer still stands.

rANdOm

If it takes me all the road
I know my sense will win the race
And while in water walking red
I'll pass along the jolly sailor's tune

But choosing cheese can mortify the soul
And darkened summers twitter not
And keeping quiet little balls of sweat
Can't catch the loyal kingfisher

Ignoring now the bending trees,
I go alone into the fiery snow
And preconceptions welcome she
Who tells the world the gum is shiny.

With open door and creaking frog
He brings us gifts of pestilence
Though cheery sweet is not the past
Small children kill the laughter smells

And fancy Chemistry with blackness
Talks to rendered alien bogs
And switching over onto shadows
Chases down the walking blind

My partnership has frozen days
Who dance upon angelic light
And loneliness will lead
To lucky friendships with a greener glass

Copyright 1999 Wet Kipper Music