He'd stand and wait on sunny days and watch the girls walk by.
He never did no wrong to them, he'd keep a distance, shy.
With their noses in the air, the girls passed quickly by.
Afraid of his messed up eye and pants too high,
They'd scurry, point A to B.
William H. McGonagall. Scary little dweeb.
1 comment:
haha hey that is pretty funny, I really like the girls too, nice line work
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