Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Rainin Too Mutch on Mom’s Jeenyus
So I did me some talkin’ to the sun.
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done,
sleepin’ on the job. But!
Those raindrops are falllin' my head, they keep fallin’...
Wull, aftr mom caym hom yestrdae wift wet feet an ankulz, I desydid that this rayn thin had jus ben goin on for too darn long!!! So I talkt to the sun and sed, “NOT want Rayn!” And he got skayrd and sed, “Um, okay.”
Is verree importint to tayk gud cayr of yer companyun hoomin. Speshlee wen her um-brella has borked.
Qwot of the Dae: “The rayn it rayneth evree dae.” –William Shakespeare