The Cross-Eyed Girl
The cross-eyed girl was such a sight to see
She’d stumble and mumble, “What about me?”
The cross-eyed girl, she could be so crass
But all she really wanted was a piece of
As
I was saying,
She’d stumble and mumble about
She’d stomp, stomp, stomp, pout.
The cross-eyed girl, oh, she did learn her lesson
When she finally found what she’s been missin.
What, you might ask, was this mysterious lesson
Oh, it’s much more fun, if I leave you guessin...
She’d stumble and mumble, “What about me?”
The cross-eyed girl, she could be so crass
But all she really wanted was a piece of
As
I was saying,
She’d stumble and mumble about
She’d stomp, stomp, stomp, pout.
The cross-eyed girl, oh, she did learn her lesson
When she finally found what she’s been missin.
What, you might ask, was this mysterious lesson
Oh, it’s much more fun, if I leave you guessin...
posted by Samantha at 11:29 p.m.
1 Comments:
Guessin a lesson is fun,
Could it be money, like a truck load or a tonne?
A long lost friend who called out of the blue?
Family or friends or an old you know who?
Maybe work or school has dropped goodness in her lap,
Opportunity abounds and she has found the secret map.
Lucky ducks with all the right cluck,
Or maybe she just had a good ....
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