No matter where you go find you will bitchy people...all sorts, shapes and sizes...at first they seem like friends then they stab you in the back..figuratively...and sometimes literally..they do not realize that they will receive their comuppance in many many ways...bless them all...
How and Why
I often wonder why people hate
Pie flies high off your plate
How custard sticks on side of bowl
Rain in puddles forms
Pie flies high off your plate
How custard sticks on side of bowl
Rain in puddles forms
How clouds do part in sky
Blue heaven then does show
Enough to make a sailor's suit
Means sun will shine quite soon
Why twenty shillings make a pound
Why people mean can be
Hurt they do the ones they love
Often deliberately
Enough to make a sailor's suit
Means sun will shine quite soon
Why twenty shillings make a pound
Why people mean can be
Hurt they do the ones they love
Often deliberately
Boomerang...
How bitchy some women be
Thinking they are hurting me
But like a boomerang returns
Multiplied quite endlessly
Not the ones I call friends
Cats do squabble over milk
Dogs do bark at trees
Bulls shake horns at one another
Deer their antlers meet
Thinking they are hurting me
But like a boomerang returns
Multiplied quite endlessly
Not the ones I call friends
Cats do squabble over milk
Dogs do bark at trees
Bulls shake horns at one another
Deer their antlers meet
Here today..Gone tomorrow
Bitchy women
Everywhere you find them
Like cats playing amongst the pigeons
Pouncing killing mercilessly
Yet soon they will get their comuppance
One day their friends will turn away
Fairweather indeed are they
Here today and gone tomorrow
As the holy book doth say
Everywhere you find them
Like cats playing amongst the pigeons
Pouncing killing mercilessly
Yet soon they will get their comuppance
One day their friends will turn away
Fairweather indeed are they
Here today and gone tomorrow
As the holy book doth say
In Pigsty swill
Oh what fun to see you play
Amongst the pigeons on display
Droppings white upon the ground
Sullied they become
Like caricatures on display
Still are and always will
Pigs munching at their swill
Grunting round and round they go
In pigsties
For all to hear and see
Some white some speckled some brown
But underneath all is pink
Like dirty washing in the sink
That to the surface does rise
Ready for another day
and so it is!!!!!
Amongst the pigeons on display
Droppings white upon the ground
Sullied they become
Like caricatures on display
Still are and always will
Pigs munching at their swill
Grunting round and round they go
In pigsties
For all to hear and see
Some white some speckled some brown
But underneath all is pink
Like dirty washing in the sink
That to the surface does rise
Ready for another day
and so it is!!!!!
