Why Oh Why Oh My
Why do we always get a huge spot
On the end of our nose before a date
And the we turn up much too late
Why do things always break down in three's
And get sea sick on the sea
Can't find the car keys in a hurry
Why do I always worry
Why is it when your in the bath
The telephone always rings
And when you search for something
You can't find anything
But find something you left before
Why are lectures such a bore
Why is the grass never greener on the other side
And why does the movie Bambi
Always make you cry
Why do I have such hairy legs and such hairy thighs
Why don't we get a suntan on our eyes
Why does my computer always go down
Why is it such a battle shopping in town
Why do women wear skirts
Even when it's bitter cold does it hurt
Why am I always the last in the que
And have so many people frown at you
Why do we always burn a cake
Why can't I float like a butterfly
And dance swan lake
Why do we get dust bunnies under the bed
And after a drink or two
We get a pickled head
Why are banana's bent
Why can't I ever pay the rent
Who is Bill I send my money to
Why do I have to take my teeth out to chew
Why do I always run out of toilet paper sat on the loo
Why do pigs run about naked and roll in the mud
I'd do the same thing if I could
Why are my girlfriends always insane
Why is my little toe in so much pain
Why can I only ever find one sock
Why is so difficult when pickled to turn the lock
Why do my feet stink
And my underpants always come out of the wash pink
Why am I writing this
Any single women out there
Want a kiss
Ar well such is life, damn hard without a wife.
And so darn lonely
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.
Peter Dome.copyright.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
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