I've been waiting some time now, to see you.
All the while just longing to place my kiss upon your brow.
But, when you turn around, all instead I see are,
Missing pieces where
We'll never figure out our complicated murderous plan.
And right; we never tend to be.
I sailed that boat,
While you just stood there tripping over the hanging ropes and food filled barels.
I thought you knew the directions but you're careless.
Careless as a mother bird who flew from her nest to feed the children,
But that male bird winked his eye,
And she followed him with a new plan.