For Many a Moon
When the sun's out, it's sunny
When my nose runs, it's runny
So, why is having fun not always so funny?
I'd pondered this question for many a moon
When the answer hit me like a typhoon ~
It's the fault of him who did not turn having a ball into balloons
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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