I took a sharpened pencil
and put it to the paper.
Scribbled just a while
and put it down for later.
And then I went and saw it,
what was scribbled down and wrote,
To me it looked as if someone
had scribbled down a joke.
"Why the chicken crossed the road?",
with nary a reply.
The Chicken seemed to scribble back,
with a tearful in its eye.
"I do not understand why they all must
knoweth why I cross.
I do it for myself,
for the other side is lost."
And as i'm looking back
over how i spent my day,
I'm like the the chicken that had crossed
and scribbled it away.
About the Creator
Bret Crow
Hello!! My Name is Bret Crow, I'm a Composer/Bassist here in Denton, TX. I love to write and create music. I write silly poetry and stories, love to have fun creating all types of art and music. Thank you for your time, have a great day!!
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