There was a straight road
With a crooked line
The painter must have been drinking to much wine
He giggled and he laughed
As he painted to the right and to the left
Then he stopped and took a deep breath
Opening his mouth
He smiled as he puffed out his chest
Feeling he had passed all of life’s little tests
He looked out over his work
Some of his finest
Some of his best
He said with a sly smirk
This here is the road to nowhere
it goes nowhere fast
Please take your time when traveling it
So you don’t fall and break your ***
The moral of the story is……..
Never let the road to Nowhere have the last laugh
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
There was a straight road
With a crooked line
The painter must have been drinking to much wine
He giggled and he laughed
As he painted to the right and to the left
Then he stopped and took a deep breath
Opening his mouth
He smiled as he puffed out his chest
Feeling he had passed all of life’s little tests
He looked out over his work
Some of his finest
Some of his best
He said with a sly smirk
This here is the road to nowhere
it goes nowhere fast
Please take your time when traveling it
So you don’t fall and break your ***
The moral of the story is……..
Never let the road to Nowhere have the last laugh
Just something to be funny and break up the monotony of the day the news is depressing cant let hate getting away.
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