Worry Wort Nancy
Nancy was a professional worrier, afraid of what the wind might be bringing
She worried the oak tree limb might fall down while we were swinging
She feared that if she stopped holding the ceiling, it would fall to the floor.
I would tell you other stories, but I fear I might bore you if I told you anymore.
She never has fun, cannot relax and live any kind of life.
This was said by a man who could not make her his wife.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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