High in the sky
I can try and try,
but that wont get me by,
and that aint no lie.
See the sky?
whisking up so high?
like a lullaby?
Wishing to see everything threw my eye.
The only thing to do is cry.
Cry for the gal and guy.
Who's relative might die.
Up high on the forth of July birds fly.
I wounder if there looking for pie.
They'll poop on the guy in the tie.
Who's eating a fry.
"The days go by and by"
says the chicken fly,
as he lands upon my thigh,
and I might just say hi.
and wounder why the blue birds cry.
Why they say why?
and why they die?
Oh blue birds cant you just fly high,
up in the dry sky?
Wishing for me to sing that lullaby.
as the days go by and by.
So I say my friend who wont deny.
Whats it like in the big blue sky?
is it worth the cry?
Worth the die?
Worth the fly?
Or should I just let the days go by and by
so whats up my friend so fly.
can't you take me up so high.
see the world so sly.
so we can acts like a one person spy.
only one person who'd lie,
and thats the sly guy in a red tie passing by.
There should be some kind of prize for the way you have multiple-rhymed this one, and it's more than just a whimsy.
the fun of poetry is the freedom to explore ,this is a fun poem that out loud approaches a music of tis own, lots of fun,also lots of really good one line food for thought bites