Poetry By Chuck



Woe is he,
Who dares to be,

Foremost on my mind.

Pity he that speaks to me,
When I'm telling mine.

Terrible is it,
I will admit,
When I want his time.

He will give it,
Or I will have a fit,
And he will benefit,

He better run,
Unless I'm having fun,
Or There will be...

Such a fuss, such a muss,
I will create ...indeed.

I've saved and saved,
All those little things,
All of them...you see!

Now that I'm MAD,
He will not be glad,
For I will use them..

....with glee!

Oh! How I like..

....being ME!!!