Ladybug, Ladybug.
"Ladybug, Ladybug,
Fly away home,
Your children are all burned,
They look like charred raisins."
Have you ever had one of those days when your day has been perfect, not a slip-up anywhere, and you're in the most angelic mood you've been in in years... and then one little detail, person or action ignites the entire entourage?
I speak no further of this. I'm drunk with hormones and it's soon to be that time of the month, I would imagine, so unless otherwise instructed, dear readers, do not take seriously anything I write within the next week.
It's for your own safety.
Fly away home,
Your children are all burned,
They look like charred raisins."
Have you ever had one of those days when your day has been perfect, not a slip-up anywhere, and you're in the most angelic mood you've been in in years... and then one little detail, person or action ignites the entire entourage?
I speak no further of this. I'm drunk with hormones and it's soon to be that time of the month, I would imagine, so unless otherwise instructed, dear readers, do not take seriously anything I write within the next week.
It's for your own safety.