Whistling a Song
Whatever is wrong
with whistling a song
every day at work, all year long
It's like nodding your head to the beat
when at school in your seat
you've no intention to cheat
Or shoveling snow with a spoon
humming a merry tune
who cares if it takes 'til June
But the world says you'd better not
you might start to smoke pot
and all of that other rot
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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