Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,
Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,
Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.
Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.
A pink-haired fairy
Bursting with glitter flutters
Past my path today.
She stops a moment
To eat and drink with a friend
And we talk all day.Read More »