O, The Things You Will See
O, the things you will see
If you come home with me
The doorbell don’t ring
the cat is puking
Every carpet is worn
the curtains all torn
In the fridge there’s an odor
beside which there’s no motor
The toilet’s a tad moldy
It’s no goody, just an oldie
Please don’t choke on the dust
Pray there’s no wind gust
And wait ‘til you see what’s on the next floor
What? You’re leaving? Don’t wanna see any more?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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