2 min reading
I sat belonely...
John Lennon
I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout. ...
Want to read more?
Join our community to get full access to all works and features.
Log in
Sign Up