Why can't I go?
Am I too short?
Am I too young?
Tell me please, for I must know.
Is it to remove a wart?
Or to replace a lung?
I want to know what your doing,
So I can know that you're safe,
For I worry too much you see.
Are you going sightseeing?
Or to get something back that you gave?
Should you have the key?
Oh I see.
You do not want me there
For I would just slow you down.
The buzzing bee,
With fuzzy hair
Making its way through town
Lol that last stanza didn't make sense...
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Random Poetry
PoetryPoetry for my randomest/saddest moments... ;-; help me I'm turning into one of THEM! Please note that some of these are written before the author's rage has been chilled
