Sane Fella Poem by David Darbyshire
Sane Fella
Rain drops keep falling on my head,
and they feel like heavy bits of lead.
They keep banging on to my brain,
it is really driving me insane.
I guess I could get a helmet,
or buy a cheap umbrella.
At least my head wouldn't get wet,
and I will stay a very sane fella.
I think rain or shine,
my brain is mine.
The weather I will endure,
my head will stay on for sure.
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5/4/2024 12:58:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
If it where only that easy Dave, nice poem 10 for tiyler