Saturday, May 19, 2007
And now a new one! Who can guess it?
Fear of Frying
The story of my life is sad,
But I'll tell you, if you like.
I was born dirt poor in the richest soil
in a town called Spudsville Pike.
One day I got snatched away from my home
and then thrown in the back of a truck.
My eyes could see life on the road was not easy,
so I smiled and wished myself luck.
I knew that I'd be a success in the world,
no matter what trials lay ahead.
I was told that the world would butter me up
But boy, what a line I'd been fed!
I knew life had taken a turn for the worst
when I first saw those golden arches.
Now my hope for the future is fried just because I am
one of your favorite starches!
WHAT AM I?
Fear of Frying
The story of my life is sad,
But I'll tell you, if you like.
I was born dirt poor in the richest soil
in a town called Spudsville Pike.
One day I got snatched away from my home
and then thrown in the back of a truck.
My eyes could see life on the road was not easy,
so I smiled and wished myself luck.
I knew that I'd be a success in the world,
no matter what trials lay ahead.
I was told that the world would butter me up
But boy, what a line I'd been fed!
I knew life had taken a turn for the worst
when I first saw those golden arches.
Now my hope for the future is fried just because I am
one of your favorite starches!
WHAT AM I?
# posted by Luísa @ 8:21 PM 
