by LaRue Watts
If anyone passes chocolates around,
I automatically put on a pound.
But why?
Whenever I'm dying for that special plate,
They've sold the last order and I am too late.
But why?
If I get too cold, I'll soon be too warm.
The picnic is planned and here comes the storm.
But why?
I have a few hairs growing out of my ears
And laughing too hard can bring me to tears.
But why?
I guess it's a fact and not just a rumor
That God in his wisdom has some sense of humor.
But why?
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