My Weird Day
I came here to gain, but it began to rain,
Here be earth, but it still is dirt,
How am I supposed to be sane?
These acres were true, but they still we’re kind of blue,
I gave them some water, and they still spit out fodder.
Why is this day, so picky and hot to stain,
You could melt ice, and still be able to make rice.
My family will be rich, but they still need that ditch,
To patch up that itch that appears too much in time.
I came here to gain, but it began to rain,
Here be earth, but it still is dirt,
How am I supposed to be sane?
These acres were true, but they still we’re kind of blue,
I gave them some water, and they still spit out fodder.
Why is this day, so picky and hot to stain,
You could melt ice, and still be able to make rice.
My family will be rich, but they still need that ditch,
To patch up that itch that appears too much in time.
