Hairs clean, clothes washed, teeth brushed, life rushed,
makeup on, lunch gone, grab some bread, gotta run,
tied my shoes all neat and then
found a hole in my sock again.
Three big sweaters, and a coat,
one long scarf around your throat
sweat pants, snow pants, toque and mitts,
socks and boots, and then it hits,
off comes the entire costume
you’ve got to make it to the washroom.
Toaster, toaster, why do you,
Burn my toast thus, through and through,
I didn’t say to burn, or fry,
So maybe bagel’s just too high.
The nose is a rebellious beast,
From which flows a gruesome feast,
For someone who thinks it’s yummy,
When it plops down in their tummy.
When you are yelling at your sister,
and on your tongue there sit’s a blister,
and you are shouting angrily,
and you’re so mad you cannot see,
you clamp your teeth shut with a clatter,
on your tongue and it gets fatter,
and now your blister does not matter.
I’m rubbing paint off of my skin,
and scratching drips off of my chin,
I think my life is interesting,
I wish I had a song to sing.
