White Boyo
I am the white boyo of the cheese!
Don’t hate if you please.
The glowing blah of light
Overcomes the silence of delight.
To some I am the pumpkin ballet dancer,
Though I never liked the reindeer Prancer.
Complex problems fill my mind...
I’m glad I’m not Carole, who is blind.
Computers occupy my time.
Bells ring a nice chime.
I live on a farm...
I really hate my morning alarm.
I am the white boyo of the cheese!
Don’t hate if you please.