The Red, White, and Glue
I once needed my Elmer's glue
it was on the highest shelf
I reached up blindly
and poured it all over myself
well the glue was white,
my face was red
I felt so annoyed
I was truely brain dead
hoping no one had seen me
with an I.Q. of a loaf of bread
so my cut and paste days are over
never for me to attempt again
my luck like a one-leaf clover
with that I rest this pen
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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