Why I Am Crazy
 
My life is hazy,
so I think am crazy,
and I am a bit lazy.
So I pick some blue daisies,
so I put some butter on my daisies,
and eat them like crazy.
I couldn't get my fill of wild daiseys,
so I go to Africa and find some
moon daisies,
eat 'em right out of my maize mind.
No am not crazy,
I just love to eat daisies.
I eat them with Patrick Swayze,
he has a love for wooly daisies,
so together we eat them all,
the time,
me and Patrick Swayze.

By starstruck13

© 2008 starstruck13 (All rights reserved)

 

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