April 27, 2010

• You can’t catch-22 me, I’m the gingerbread man

  How beautiful
  are the feet
  of those who bring good news
  
  So I’m rueful
  as I greet
  those to whom I’m of no use

  So I look down
  and regret
  the fact that I’m useless
  
  For now the town
  doesn’t get
  any fun like some cruises

  Wait a second
  I’ve no blues
  here’s a boon for the street
  
  For I reckon
  it’s good news
  that I have beautiful feet

  • 2:00 pm
  • 4 Comments