It seems to me....
It seems there's something to make me frown,
Lots of bad news all around.
These things are crappy, I need a clown.
But probably, more than likely, he would make me frown.
You see a dog that's happy and licks my face,
Could make me giggle, then cry in disgrace.
For when things are crappy, sadness should be the case.
But probably, more than likely, if I smiled, shattered vase.
But then I think, like many times before.
Of the sorrow and days for some which are no more.
By now the things are crappy, no longer rock me to the core.
But probably, more than likely, sadness, it is forced to be bore.
Crappy poem one,
By,
Jason Musial
:-)
Lots of bad news all around.
These things are crappy, I need a clown.
But probably, more than likely, he would make me frown.
You see a dog that's happy and licks my face,
Could make me giggle, then cry in disgrace.
For when things are crappy, sadness should be the case.
But probably, more than likely, if I smiled, shattered vase.
But then I think, like many times before.
Of the sorrow and days for some which are no more.
By now the things are crappy, no longer rock me to the core.
But probably, more than likely, sadness, it is forced to be bore.
Crappy poem one,
By,
Jason Musial
:-)