May 2019
I was walking along the road one day,
carrying a sack on my shoulder.
I met a man whom to me was stranger,
He ask me what was in my sack,
and I said to him, "NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
As I contine on my journey, I sat down to rest.
The sack had gotten heavy on my shoulder.
A nosey lady whom to me was stranger
Ask to see what was in my sack,
and I said, "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
I ask volunteers to name the title to my song,
Some one said, "A MAN WITH A SACK?"
Another one suggested, "A NOSEY STRANGER?"
A little ***** said"THAT'S EASY! NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!
carrying a sack on my shoulder.
I met a man whom to me was stranger,
He ask me what was in my sack,
and I said to him, "NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
As I contine on my journey, I sat down to rest.
The sack had gotten heavy on my shoulder.
A nosey lady whom to me was stranger
Ask to see what was in my sack,
and I said, "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
I ask volunteers to name the title to my song,
Some one said, "A MAN WITH A SACK?"
Another one suggested, "A NOSEY STRANGER?"
A little ***** said"THAT'S EASY! NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!
THE STORY BEHIND THIS POEM
I was in a rest home, and ask a lady patience, who had a slight mental
disability, why she was so sad looking, and she said : "NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX! " I ask her another question (which I do not recall) and again she an answered me with "N ONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
So on the spur of the moment, I made up this song-poem.
- G. E. Parson
I was in a rest home, and ask a lady patience, who had a slight mental
disability, why she was so sad looking, and she said : "NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX! " I ask her another question (which I do not recall) and again she an answered me with "N ONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"
So on the spur of the moment, I made up this song-poem.
- G. E. Parson
