They have a strange diet, you see.
One not understood by either you or me.
It's confusing as to why,
They would even try,
To eat your favourite Aunt.
And you ask,
why?
Why?
WHY?
WHY!?
But I can not tell you,
For that would not do,
To be told by someone who doesn't know.
Soo...
Ask them yourself.
Or look for something on your bookshelf.
That is, if you dare.
(The answer may give you quite a scare.)
YOU ARE READING
Your Heart is My Harp
PoezjaYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
