Just a poem that came out of my head as I pondered my thousands of complaints. It's not advice, so freeze like ice. Anyway I might as well take my beef to the butcher because no one was interested in my complaints, not even the saints, but I pray anyway. My wife made hamburger out of me. Now I'm running from Ronald McDonald and the hamburglar. He he. Be reading soon.
Out on an ocean reef, hidden down in the head belief? Might be roaming with the cattle, even in the shake of the baby rattle. We all seek some type of relief, at times feel like unloading the beef?
Out on a round up, everything going corrupt. All the cows running wild, got to grow up, quit being like a child. But children seem to have more fun, most adults know none.
Too much beef can harm, give me enough cheeseburgers to charm. It's not good to be greedy, even if we are the needy. A little pork doesn't hurt, the birds truly do flirt. But I'm no chicken, so don't start picking.
gotta have my beef! can't live without it (or my rice or my mashed potatoes! no adkins diet for me! BRRR!! and no diet coke either! YUCKO!! i may be fat and sassy, but DON'T deny me my food! GRRR!! you won't like me when i get mad! LOL)
very "well done" poem; bravo!! *grins*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
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gotta have my beef! can't live without it (or my rice or my mashed potatoes! no adkins diet for me! BRRR!! and no diet coke either! YUCKO!! i may be fat and sassy, but DON'T deny me my food! GRRR!! you won't like me when i get mad! LOL)
very "well done" poem; bravo!! *grins*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Eileen