Jul 11
Don’t give me grief
Find yourself a wreath
I wanted to be green
But instead I am red
They drive me senseless
With what they do
I just hope it turns around on them too
Karma I believe
And I hope they receive
And hopefully they will get their just deserts
Especially so , just where it hurts!
Find yourself a wreath
I wanted to be green
But instead I am red
They drive me senseless
With what they do
I just hope it turns around on them too
Karma I believe
And I hope they receive
And hopefully they will get their just deserts
Especially so , just where it hurts!
Sorry the naughty kids where I live, in the past smashed my fence, the police said don’t confront them they’ll knife me! Believe me they’re really naughty! All I can do is hope they get their just desserts!
Shame there’s no discipline for them!
I wrote this poem a while ago !
Shame there’s no discipline for them!
I wrote this poem a while ago !
