On Passing A Wooded Glade
Whenever I pass a wooded glade,
I think of Dad,
and the games we used to play.
Seems like yesterday,
Mother screamed,
“Damn you, that log is not your father!”
THOUGHT
One thing that’s funny about Carl is the way he sleeps through everything. Another is the hobo that lives behind his teeth. Sometimes, when the fire’s low, and Carl’s asleep, the hobo tells stories about the good old days, when trains were made of lemonade, and moonshine grew on bubble gum trees. Please, God, make [...]
Posted at 9:36 am on March 30, 2008 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Pertaining to Impression of Comedian I Saw on TV the Ot | read on
