Before Cows Were Chic
They say you're no good
But we always defend you
For some odd reason
They say you're a hood
Up the river they'd send you
In any season
They say you won't play
Monopoly or scrabble
You're really no fun
They say you will stray
Out there among the rabble
You, who were a nun
They say I'm a fool
I can't say I disagree
And keep a straight face
They say I'm not cool
So what do you think of me?
You're lacking in grace
I say we should meet
And cut through all of the hype
Or are you afraid?
I say we shan't cheat
Nor should we grumble and gripe
And thus friendship's made
Contributors: | Karin, F, Beefy, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 22nd March 2004 by Anon.. |