Don't come to my house

I might not be home

I'm telling you now

I might be gone

Don't stomp my ground

you might upset the dirt

Don't kick my tree

it might hurt

Please use a kleenex

when you sneeze

Don't want to see it flying

in the breeze

Don't take my socks

it's my only pair

And it matches

my new underwear

Don't take my false teeth

I might want to eat

Did you see I can reach

my mouth with my feet?

My shoes got up and left

go see where they went

I have no mind

not one cent

My brain is on vacation

can I borrow yours today

You won't miss it

you don't use it anyway

Written by Bj Burgess

08/28/07

Awesome Bj! I always knew you had it in you! Thanks for emailing this to me!

Love,

~Monica

Monica

LOL You are just to sweet.  To give me credit of writing this one all by myself. 

I would like to add to all my friends. We do like to goof off and have fun a good bit.  But, I can't take full credit. My daughter is my partner in crime for writing this.

Oh, and we can get serious as well.  I will have to pull out some of Monica's most serious poems for you all.

Bj

Hi Judith

Well, my brain goes on vacation more than I care to.  But, sometimes it helps, to leave all the stress behind.
lol

Glad you enjoyed this little bit of humor Monica posted here for you all.

She thinks I'm going to take full credit, Not.  She is my partner in crime on this one.

Bj