Yeah. I had to let that sink in for a few minutes.
Here is the poem for the day
Half Way Dressed By Dennis Lee
I sometimes sit
When I’m half way dressed,
With my head in a sweater
And I feel depressed.
When I’m half way dressed,
With my head in a sweater
And I feel depressed.
I’m half way out
And I’m half way in
And my head’s nearly through
But the sweater’s gonna win,
And I’m half way in
And my head’s nearly through
But the sweater’s gonna win,
Cause the neck-hole grabs
Like as if it’s glue,
And my ears don’t like it,
And my nose don’t, too,
Like as if it’s glue,
And my ears don’t like it,
And my nose don’t, too,
And I can’t stand sweaters
When they grab this way,
And they jump on a kid
And decide to play.
When they grab this way,
And they jump on a kid
And decide to play.
I’m half way dressed,
And I’m half way dead,
And I’m half way ready
To crawl back to bed
And I’m half way dead,
And I’m half way ready
To crawl back to bed
No comments:
Post a Comment