I won't confirm or deny that I'm in a league of my own. Trapping these thoughts and neatly arranging them on the paper....or screen. Regardless you know what I mean.
I won't confirm or deny that this is something I love to do.....it's better than keeping track of all those kids that live in a shoe. The mother she used to be fine.....until her husband introduced her that bottle of wine.
I won't confirm or deny that she came down to my place. She was mumbling some jibberish and I kindly asked her to step out of my face. Her eyes were bloodshot red....she began mumbling about wanting someone dead.
I asked her nervously "Who?" She momentarily stepped out of her stupor and said "you know who!" Now I had no clue ....just like you......I'm looking at her strangely......not knowing what to do.
She begins to cry and plops on the chair.....she utters these words and heartbreak fills the air. Jack be nimble ...Jack be quick....Jack left me with all these kids.....He makes me sick.
I have struggled for years to raise these babies...and did all I could do. Do you really think a mother wants their children to grow up in a shoe? I talked to my girl Ms. Muffet ....and spider is still trying to scare her away.....she said she saw Jack trying to talk to Jill.
He doesn't want to be a father.....he wants to go up the hill. Plus, her brother Jack broke his crown....cause he was creeping with little Bo Peep. She lost her sheep the other day. Jack came by and wanted to play.
She lost her focus and lost her sheep....because after Jack left she fell fast asleep. I won't confirm or deny anything I wrote here.....Hey Jack B. Nimble you better sleep with one eye open.....your wife is near.