Oh come on
It can't be
So bland
Then again
We are all
Grains of sand
That wash in and out
Of the sea of living
Grab a bucket
And start sieving
Out the crap
And useless pieces
You get up
And you get down
Take that frown
And turn it upside down
Oh Good Lord is it this corny...
You get up
And you get down
What do you want from me
A juggling circus pregnant clown?
Regis
Take care,
Sherry
Cynthia