Oh joy, please forgive me but I just
found my shoe
The sole was in heaven, the laces at
Seven-Eleven
It's loss was amusing, the search took
repenting
Now my wisdom is missing, I'll have to
try Sears
My wife's watching tele, straight Deja
View
She has her own theories on how they
should slue
Confused in the present, mixes up the
past
Can't help but love her, her smile's a
blast
I was told in my youth, nonsense was
uncouth
But logic is futile when the cats need
a bath
The lucky thing is, I can make up a
lie
And tell her sincerely “But there's
no hair dye”
The fruit's in the oven, the soap's in
the fridge
The plates are in the garbage, but not
to despair
We can search together for all things
amiss
And when we do find them, she's in
pure bliss
Oh nuts, now I'm Popeye, I'll have to
pretend
That I really love spinach, and have
muscles to fend
It's good to be a hero and rescue that
mouse
From her cats who do love her (fed ten
times a day)
1 comment :
Hey, that was great! Thank you.
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