Vernie

Is it the way you're speakin'

Is it because I'm peakin'

Twistin' your face, thumb in hand

but you gotta have your own space to play in

A collection of glass chickens

Oh Vernie, what a garden you have

Maybe its the snuff under your lip

Or maybe caramel cake covered in Christmas

Oh a flower you are to my land

but I no I cannot deny the beauty

If I had a heart I would want it to be like Vernie's

Oh what a heart that she has

you see Roaming through the cupboard jar of

pickles never opened since 1983

my Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle

singing gallantly

I wish I could be

I wish I could be a little more like Vernie

I wish I could see

I wish I could see a little more like Vernie