Why am I sitting here just staring?
At a computer screen bright and glaring.
Its cold outside and on the ground there is frost,
There aint even a black cat out there, for my path to be crossed.
Oh! stop shouting at me, I'll be with you in a wee while,
Why is it always me that must drive you many a mile.
Okay Okay i'm coming to take you to that shop,
And when I come back I really must that floor mop.
So enough of this crazy written garbage from me,
I best take mi sis in law to find an new outfit or three.
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