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by Scott Cole Jun 3, 2015 category : Life, society / about society
I am but a Water Puddle And I live on the streets, Becareful where you step Or both of us could meet. Because I am homeless Nobody really wants me, For I am such a bother Most people would agree. I will disappear on you With not even a warning, You tuck me in at night But I'm gone by morning. So my parents get mad And they both desert me, I am kicked to the curb My puddle in the street. It's not much going on A splash now and then, From a kid up the road Or a lost fountain pen, Cause nobody likes me They jump or walk around, I'm not that shallow people I want never put you down. I'm really a good puddle I always stay to myself, I'm just right for my size So I'm in real good health. I've never been in trouble For even tripping nobody, Just a few close calls Cause I'm a little naughty. I'm very fun to play with So I make a good friend, But I move around a lot So our friendship will end. I'm not real good in school They wipe the floors with me, Because I'm hardly ever there And I'm very rarely ever seen. I have both my ups and downs But I am only who I am, And just what you think of me Depends just where you stand. I am but a Water Puddle And I need me a real home, Cause I'm so tired of living On these streets all alone. For it is wearing me down Like a long hot drought, These streets are no place You should ever hang out. So hey you up there mister And your big rain coat too, Its ok if y'all soak me up I'm dying to go home with you.