World Bore One Like Most of the Boring Poetry Y'All Rape

WORLD BORE ONE I don’t know very much at all But I know oak trees grow strong and tall I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall I know what I have, what I want and that which I need And that each oak tree starts with one tiny seed I can’t explain why some things are good or bad I don’t understand why there’s less happy than sad I do know that my good deeds are rewarded with a simple smile And that each debutante begins with style I don’t pretend to know important things But I do know about wedding rings Not that there’s a woman waiting for me Because most women presume junkies like me will flee Please don’t ask me queries I can answer not I can tell you which cup of sassafras tea is cold and which is hot I can feed the chickens, milk the cows and do some other chores But I cannot for the life of me explain why there are so man f***ing wars © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~