Those pesky barking spiders
followed me to church Sunday.
I tried to make them stay at home,
but they came anyway.
Then I did something naughty
'cause they were being bad.
When people turned and looked at me,
- I pointed at my dad.
Cute 'BS' write; reminds me of the old joke 'Why does it stink in church? ' (Because of all the pews.)
CJ This had me in hysterics. I think I know what barking spiders are (anything to do with flatulence?) . Much, much, much affection Denis Joe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then I did something naughty 'cause they were being bad. When people turned and looked at me, - I pointed at my dad. great feelings...