Journey Berbasikal.

Compiled writings of Journey Berbasikal,
First Year of Diploma
-by the infamous Amerie Ayie & partner in crime, Odie Abdul

18th July 2007
0054 hours

LOLLY HEART POPPIN'.

Prism red-oh you are like fire
Catch my dreams, its yours to desire
Stop, look and please dont get tired
Phlow me your beat and I'll be that flyer

When she takes and pushes like a sewing pin
Its sharp, it'll be fast, you wont be in the pink
Stop, look. And please try to think
The white pomme's a biatch, not thy thyme, not even mint

Kiss my lips and tickle my toes
As far as our baby love will be, everything goes
Lick my blood and I'll swear in highs and lo's
Lets make an island, and pronounce it our own.

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19th August 2007
1150 hours

GREEK THYME PUN.

Cinnamon rolls and hot soft buns
And coffee begins with the rise of the sun
I vouloir to be straight, not intending this a pun
Let me see you smile my Puritan, this is just for fun

The utensils are cleaned-wiped down but the homeworks' aren't done
Knick-knack paddy-whack, O-god can I slave a nun
I get so tired, my unleashed desires are at a tonne
But I am Sparkle, I've swore never to run

That day in Garde Manger we made Galantine
Snails slide faster, the lecturer pointed a gun
The trigger clicks but he hands me only the yarn
Its just a small burn from the hot pan on my hand-but darn!

The Acme called,"Could you maybe do the sauce in Terragon?"
I said no, I only do Thyme so I said "sorry Hun"
His charm is so strong but he has a lady and i shan't
But I'm falling in love, I shouldn't have stared at the sun

I'm converting my religion and worshipping the Olympians
Hestia and Deresphone, Aphrodite and Hephaetus the Vulcan
Your chicken, lamb and bird meals I include Sichuans
Please guide my Carte Blanche and blood me with the gods' wine.

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05th December 2007
1553 hours

CANDY FLOSSED AND LOVIN' IT.

In my history books baby you aren't my number one
Neither 2 nor 3, you're # 11 im from the works, hun
Im falling in love with you so quickly, is it fairy potion
You're my Dionysus now, and I worship the God of Wine

Your Malay features handsomely caught my ultimate bliss
With your (my) Greek white frock and verte crown, do you want this?
You smell like thyme, peppercorns, lavender and salts from the 7 seas
Who wouldn't you attract, there's even envy from the birds and the bees

I wear our tin tabs on my neck
I wanted to tattoo you, maybe that would be next
Can I? . And keep a dog/puppy too? That'll be a zest
Never have I dreamt of gazing love-hit stars with such a Cat

Thaink you for layin' with me all day on the beach
At one time, during band camp, hehe you wuz gon be outta reach
I thought only so, not knowing I'm a goddess who'd breach
For a beautiful sole' , soft winds and sexy golden sands on our feet

You've broke my Sunflowers 3.4's, that one in the pink bottle
Oh no, now its all over you, ;) and you're all sandy grittled
Thaink you for the lovely frangipannies, sorry they shake a little
In the hands of I in love, happy, sexy but quite very brittle

Are you the One who's gonna get down and rock it?
On one knee and marry me buk-it?
Im looking forward to every second of us in Kit
A toast of this 3 Axe, Bourni-Change champagne, lets make this one sweet.