Good Morning-Hi

One poem.
Babe, you speak it rains ancestral Bible rhymes in my eardrums.
Good morning-hi.
High, Island of Patmos in the sky for you and I apple in my pie.
Two poem.
Popcorn went the King Kong Tiger-hyena not a pawn prop.
Rise Songs of Solomon mushroom in the suburb urban guerilla verbal force, 
Toweress.
I am King when you smile.
Happy Friday Lala.
End of poems maybe because choose one peaches and cream bubble gum.
Purple Montana Jacaranda tree.