Monday, May 15, 2006
Sing it, sisters!
They ain't ready to play nice:
I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I know what gift my mother is getting as a (late) Mother's Day present.
- Badtux the Music-lovin' Penguin
Posted by: BadTux / 5/15/2006 08:01:00 PM
- Name: BadTux
- Location: Some iceberg, South Pacific, Antarctica
I am a black and white and yellow multicolored penguin making his way as best he can in a world of monochromic monkeys.
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