Remember when we were kids
you were Tom and I was Jerry
I had you cornered many times
my plastic bayonet in your belly
and you would shout surrender
but I never ever took a prisoner
and that’s the way I won my wars
then we’d both go home for dinner.
So if nothing ever changes dreams
although our Jerry’s not the winner
it’s funny how our world still seems
like our guts are getting thinner and
perhaps they’re yelling ‘Uncle�?loud
but we’re stuffed far too full to hear
you’ve had enough wurst, my friend
I think it’s time to start a better year.
©lb05
|
Free Forum Hosting
Important Announcement
First 