Some crappy poetry for my crappy house:
Well, let me tell you a secret
My house is fallin to pieces
The walls and roof and floors and such
Ain't nothin but a pile of creases
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
My house is fallin apart, and the water tastes like dirt!
Well, that big old tree in my front yard
Is really mostly dead
And because of its location
It falls on the city's head
Yep, the city came to chop it down
(The neighbors said hooray)
They chopped off all the live parts
And then they went away...
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
They chopped off all the live parts, and the water tastes like dirt!
And then there is the garden
It grew up nice and tall
But when time came for harvest
We couldn't eat nothin at all
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
The garden ain't nothin but weeds, and the water tastes like dirt!
"Why don't you move?" she said to me
"You all ain't nothin but fools"
"Why not?" I said, "I'll tell you why,
It's cause we're stubborn as mules!"
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
There's somethin in the water, and it sure does taste like dirt!
My house is fallin to pieces
The walls and roof and floors and such
Ain't nothin but a pile of creases
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
My house is fallin apart, and the water tastes like dirt!
Well, that big old tree in my front yard
Is really mostly dead
And because of its location
It falls on the city's head
Yep, the city came to chop it down
(The neighbors said hooray)
They chopped off all the live parts
And then they went away...
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
They chopped off all the live parts, and the water tastes like dirt!
And then there is the garden
It grew up nice and tall
But when time came for harvest
We couldn't eat nothin at all
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
The garden ain't nothin but weeds, and the water tastes like dirt!
"Why don't you move?" she said to me
"You all ain't nothin but fools"
"Why not?" I said, "I'll tell you why,
It's cause we're stubborn as mules!"
And the water tastes like dirt
The water tastes like dirt
There's somethin in the water, and it sure does taste like dirt!
posted by Esperanza Rising @ 9:43 a.m.
2 comments
2 Comments:
poor carrit!! that poem was humorous... but when i think about it i feel really bad for you. it really sucks when you have a crappy house or home or room...
jeune fille de chevals
lol, it's okay...it was meant to be exagerated and funny. What's ironic is even though our house is literaly falling apart, we still can't afford it! And that's because of it's location... The truth is, I like living where I am...mabe not for the house, but (once again) for the location, lol.
chica bonita
p.s. glad you liked it!!!!
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