The summer sun blazed high in the sky
Beneath a tree sat a regular guy
A regular guy sat beneath a tree
But what he was doing was bothering me
YOU'RE A RICH GIRL
AND YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T MATTER ANYWAY
Under this oak that was ever so tall
Singing as loud as a young Daryl Hall
This man would not shut up.
- Author: Callum Reade Jones ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2023 13:12
- Category: Humor
- Views: 4
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