This is something old that I had written in Tenth Grade in Mrs. Pugh’s class. Unlike everything else here there is no meaning behind this one, haha. Just enjoy the story of Cliff.
Cliff was blue.
Cliff hadn’t a clue.
Cliff had no idea what to do.
Math was impossible
His teeth were unflossable.
Cliff hadn’t a clue
Cliff hadn’t a clue.
Cliff asked his wife,
“Where do I fit in, in life?”
Cliff’s wife replied with a lie,
“Just don’t remarry when I die.”
Cliff hadn’t a clue
Cliff hadn’t a clue.
Cliff asked the old buck,
“Why does my life suck?”
The old buck replied with a lie,
“Just don’t use that knife to end my life.”
Cliff ate the old buck that night.
He knew everything was going to be all right.
vincent
for as meaningless as you make that out to be, it holds things to be pondered. its quite good i might add. haha.