A Limerick
The sun came out and blinded my eyes,
And all the shirts abandoned their guys.
Somehow I have bug bites
Beneath my black tights,
If this be spring, then give me grey skies.
A Limerick
The sun came out and blinded my eyes,
And all the shirts abandoned their guys.
Somehow I have bug bites
Beneath my black tights,
If this be spring, then give me grey skies.