A poem by Amber and Betsy :)

Smiling like a mime at the same time
sitting here trying to find more words to rhyme
divine, align with the sunset and my soul
as me and betsy go swimming in the fishbowl
its all clear but still can't find a way out
so we'll stay tickling and swimming about
we'll tickle and swim till its all ok, then begin and begin again
and run into a spring to fling us to the ocean. Still friends.
Friends at the ocean, pictures, sand, sunshine, yay its a party
So we'll party till we fall. Then we'll wake eat toast smoke cigs and eat a blue smarty
now our tongues are blue and thanks to the ocean we are salty and soaked through
soaked through to our salty souls, betsy lets go back to the fishbowl and renew.
No not the fishbowl! We'll get trapped, how will we escape again?
We won't escape, we'll paint the fishbowl blue, put up our
lawn chairs and be friends till the end.
Yay we're friends painting the fishbowl any color any way, nothing matters, it's all crazy!
Crazy like the swim we swam, turned into spam, ran and ran
saw a man, picked a daisy, jumped back into the fishbowl to be lazy, not mazy
We'll take a trip on a camel's back we'll go to India and meet a black
man with a white beard who will give us tatoos of black and blue tic-tac's.
and we will take our tic tacs and tic tac all
around the world looking for boys and girls, to swirl the
world, into one and begin the fun.
It'll be fun like the milky way, swirling around causing mayhem all day.