Back and forth (Times P & Morning A)

Rain, rain, here, there

Scattered storms

Cloud my stare


You, me, here, there

Isolated showers

Wet and bare


There once was a times picayune

Who ate his soup with a spoon

He drank lots o' vodka

Much more than he otta

And then it was afternoon



There once was a morning advocate

Who drank her beer all passionate

She had so much

Tripped around like a klutz

And then became procrastinate

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