One shingle falls,

Who writes the score.

Two doors unite

the shorts untie.

Don't look at me,e

I lost my shoe.

Don't sing to me

I blast the truth.

You have to know

If goodmcomesmlast

Or yellow fellows

Finish too damn fast

The rest I hit,

Atop the bluff,

Uned we can't

sand that stuff.

Don't cry frbyewn,

Ont cry for crepe

Just seepmly swear

To take a shit.

- Poet unknown