The Funny Farm Revisited
Well it’s getting close to that time again,
When I’m not suppose to be happy and I’d better not grin.
Hiding is okay as long as you don’t make a sound,
Pray like all get out that you don’t get found.
Well it freaks me out to say the least,
One minute she’s happy the next she turns into a beast.
Someone said they got a pill for this kind of thing,
I’ll give her a double dosage and hope it’s relief it brings.
If it don’t work on her I’ll try one of them pills,
Just thinking about last month done brought on a bad ole chill.
I’ll just keep my mouth shut that’s the best thing I can do,
I’ll just look at her and nod and pray I nod in the right direction too.
Here she comes with that sweetie pie look,
The last time I saw that my goose was about to cook.
So if you guys don’t hear from me in the next few days,
Know it’s been fun but she said right now I’ve got dues to pay.
I guess I’d better close, ouch hang on baby let me finish this line,
Dat gummit woman now don’t hit me with that sign.
Well she didn’t break but one hand so I can still hunt and peck,
She’s like that Dr. that turned into a monster I feel like I was in a wreck.
Going through the change doesn’t seem to bother her at all,
Shoot I’m the one sporting bruises and having close calls.
Well that pill made her sleepy,
But her eyes are wide open and that’s down right creepy.
I guess I’d better close,
And go change the cotton in my nose, night all!!!!!
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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