Fast Lane and Novocain
Fast Lane and Novocain
My thump is sore pure and plain
For it and fast lane need Novocain
Found out without use of my thumb
Was hard to bat and beat a drum
Music playing greatness to sustain.
While at home wife was wearing the pants
On boil on my thumb, she used a lance
Said my brain sure seemed so small
And she will go ahead and do it all
From caring for computer to finance.
I finally found so much spiritual food
That me and my soul viewed and viewed
What now does God have in store for me
Ability to write as well as hear and see
Cats who in heaven meowed and meowed.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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