Well it's Sunday Again,
Or coming to a close,
With work that never ends,
And still a crate of dirty clothes,
And the girl is carryin' on,
About Holloywood and the crisis,
I should've gone a blonde,
And been a little more decisive.
But the weather is improving,
And we went to see my Sis',
And it's the ol' days at the Ranch,
That I really miss.
So I think I'll just get pickled,
Because Tomorrow never Knows,
And I'll rise up with a tickle,
And off to work I'll go.
WEll, I was getting ready for work. I read your piece & it gave me a nice little chuckle!!! It will be a good day & this was so much fun. Thanks, Amy
Gentle is the night♥