I' ve just been reminded of when I was in my teens,
and why the neighbors didn't care for me,
I was revving up my engines - - -
... but, then again...
perhaps, they did that once themselves,
... which may explain why I'm alive!
That annoying kid is doing exactly what I did,
... but, now I understand,
why people of my experience and age,
... just don't want to hear about,
what is going on with his glands!
So, I turn up my T.V.,
and have bad thoughts,
... as to where he should end up,
- - - and know that I don't mean it,
- - - O.K.! ,
... So, ...I do!
If he would just be quiet,
... I wouldn't give a damn,
but, if he keeps this up,
he may never get a chance,
to get as angry as I am!
Ohhhh Nooooo! ! Don't tell me you're planning on putting in ANOTHER new garden this spring! ! ! ! : -) I'm thinking that a drum of old yucky black oil poured under those tires might take care of the squeeling....but then again....I never was much of a physicist... Good luck Barry! Hugs, Dee
go out there and rev your engines... heh be cranky and be delicious about it babe or was he dead already?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey 'cranky old man', don't let that kid get you all revved up, now. Although I must admit that there was no thumping bass in my stereo back in my day...Hate that! -chuck