i had a tummy ache.
And so, i pulled out Shel Silverstien books,
and sobbed as i read the poem about Ma and God.
God gave us fingers-Ma says, “Use your fork.”
God gave us voices- Ma says, “Don’t scream.”
Ma says eat broccoli, cereal and carrots.
But God gave us tastes for maple ice cream.
God gave us fingers- Ma says, “ Use your hanky.”
God gave us puddles- Ma says, “Don’t splash.”
Ma says, “Be quite, you father is sleeping.”
But God gave us garbage can covers to crash.
God gave us fingers- Ma says, “Put your gloves on.”
God gave us raindrops- Ma says, “Don’t get wet.”
Ma says be careful, and don’t get too near to
Those strange lovely dogs that God gave us to pet.
God gave us fingers- Ma says, “Go wash ‘em.”
But God gave us coal bins and nice dirty bodies.
And I ain’t too smart, but there’s one thing for certain ~
Either Ma’s wrong or else God is.
And as any bieng in the right mind sees, this could make a sick 13 year old cry, yeah?
So after that i drew lots of pictures and called it my masterpiece.
press the photo to actually see it. hehe.
