Rhyme

There such a time in early spring When children dance and old men sing Lovers kiss and lovers meet They lose the time and love the heat The grass between your toes is blown By warm summer wind and thoughts of home -BRiAN -------------------------------------------------------- In the distance an amish man burns His beard aflame, his shoes they melt All that's left is his bible and belt So saddness comes to the Amish that night But that doesn't stop the drunken fight See, Amish are strange in that foul way When beer poured the fists will play What's the moral of this story you ask? Don't be near someone Amish When they have a flask. -BRiAN