A song dedicated to the tree next to my room.
Oh my dear tree.
You flatter meeeeeeee.
You keep me up at night,
with the sound of a plastic bag that does not give me delight.
But through all these years
You have stood proudly
Although you knocked against my window on rare and random occasions
Scaring the beejesus out of meeeeeeee.
So I bid you good morning.
For you shall live for many more mornings.
And I shalt write better songs that don't turn into wannabe Shakespeare!
Yeah idk so peace.
YOU ARE READING
MEH
HumorBOOK THREE. CAUTION: YOU MIGHT HAVE A LAUGHING ATTACK AND FALL OUT OF YOUR CHAIR OR WHATEVER YOU ARE SITTING ON. (If it's the floor, please don't sass me.) Have you read WHAT or YAS? Well well welllll, if you haven't, those are the two books that c...
