Wake Up, Little Susy Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Wake Up, Little Susy
The work I am doing is
An Extreme mishap;
I can never be buried in
A coffin of joy-
All the Catholic boys are
Dead or loitering;
There’s a smiling alligator up
On the first time
Step,
They just repackaged it and
Sold it to you this
Way,
But it’s the same song,
And now where have all the pretty
Girls gone anyway.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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5/4/2024 8:19:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey Rob! A different format from you. Works well.