Fool
© 12/26/01 Dennis L. Pickering What in the world is a fool? Is it someone who does drool? Or someone who keeps the Yule Maybe someone who eats gruel Pose this question to yourself You’re sometimes answered by the elf That serves the “Nick” on the shelf Who visits us with much stealth Because we do not believe In the “Love” upon our sleeve That is not there to cause grieve When we run it through our sieve We just have to sift it out And make it pour from our spout Give to “ALL” even the lout Because that’s what it’s all ’bout The fool is just someone who Won’t learn from mistakes that you’ll See within the world of dual- Ity lying on this stool FINIS can be This stool that we occupy That is called our piece of “pie” We can bring things from the sky To enrich our lives, no lie The lone “pie” of which I speak Opportunities we seek To gain things that we can tweak And cause to be on our beak On our beak is in our life And that we make a great wife To hold dearly all our life Is the goal of every wife? Be advised that “wives” are this Only “things” that you do kiss Not necessarily “Miss” But “things” that bring you much bliss FINIS Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 11:45 AM PST, Dennis Pickering 17 • 0 • 12
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