Fun With a Bun

Fun With a Bun I shall go to the sea in my sturdy vessel, Brave the mighty ocean waves. Prove I'm no ones slave. Not living in a cramped city enclave! Can't feel sorry if I'm nobody's quarry Everyday will be quite a party When day is done and I've run out of fun I'll just write rhymes and puns, Though I'd really rather just squeeze A pretty girl's buns. Perch in a church Lurch Go to Church Dig you claws into a perch Forget about the truthfull search. Leave the sky Hide from the clouds Dissappear into the swirling crowds. From you chair remove the castor Stare at the ornate plaster Be aloof Find a sooth Under a roof.