"Bow, wow, wow..."

 

"Bow, wow, wow"

by: Mother Goose

Bow, wow, wow.
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog.
Bow, wow, wow.

I usually post every 3 days,  so this entry isn't due for tomorrow but since I will be out tomorrow Im posting it now. Hopefully I won't be late for the next blog post 

Dead Man

Dead Man
by RainyDayEyes

There's a dead man on that train.  Dead in the worst sense; dead to the world.  If you ask him real nice he might tell you a secret, but if you really want something useful you'll have to give up yourself.  Barter your soul and he'll sing you a song sweeter than you've ever dreamt before.  'Course, you're left without a soul, but you'll have what you really need.  However, if that price is a little too steep for your likings, there's something else you might do.  Dead man's a gambler, see, likes his cards most of all.  Wager him well and you might win what you're looking for, but be warned.  He's a devil at cards, and a mighty fine cheat to boot.  If you're wanting to win you'll have to pull some tricks of your own.






Will post another entry in three days if you have any suggestion please leave a comment

Peter piper

Peter piper
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, 
a peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked,
if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, 
where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

This is my imagination of peter piper as a steam powered automaton.
He is forever going back in forth, carrying barrels of pickled peppers for

The Man.