Not again
There is a place upon a
hill where he was from
where he came from
he taken a road one
fine day. As he had
nothing but a good
time but he had to
get away, although he
forgot his basket or
his grocery list because
his wife told him to
go and get some
groceries at the market
in town. So instead of
driving his car, he knew
that town wasn't far it
was just down the road
there. With his galloping
now getting to town, and
once he reached the town
people gave him looks
and man appoarched
from behind him. And
taps on his shoulder he
was friendly sort of a fellow
who wanted to tell him
something.
"Hey joe you forgot your
pants- again?"
"Damn it not again?"
© The realist
hill where he was from
where he came from
he taken a road one
fine day. As he had
nothing but a good
time but he had to
get away, although he
forgot his basket or
his grocery list because
his wife told him to
go and get some
groceries at the market
in town. So instead of
driving his car, he knew
that town wasn't far it
was just down the road
there. With his galloping
now getting to town, and
once he reached the town
people gave him looks
and man appoarched
from behind him. And
taps on his shoulder he
was friendly sort of a fellow
who wanted to tell him
something.
"Hey joe you forgot your
pants- again?"
"Damn it not again?"
© The realist