"Yes, I do randomly burst into song..."

Ever since I was crib-bound I would make up and sing songs about the world around me. My dreams even come with their own unique soundtracks; sometimes I compose expressive symphonic concertos within that subconscious wonderland. Unfortunately, by the time I return to reality I rarely have more than the left over adrenaline and floating joy from the music drifting away, locking itself in a faraway cabinet of my mind. I do not yet have the musical knowledge or understanding to let my music free, perhaps someday I will. Perhaps in that day I will find that only simple, abstract melodies leak from my pen and not the soul-moving subtleties and bombastic fanfares that occasion my imagination.

Until then I have my goofy songs. Here is a short one from a couple days ago, getting my laundry:

Laundry Basket,
One of the wonders of the world!
Carries my clothes up,
And drops not a sock-let on the floor!