Love Poem: I'M a Weeble Wobble-

I'M a Weeble Wobble-

I'm a weeble wobble Fingers in my pocket looking for change I sit down in a chair and my buttocks looks for the ceiling I'm a weeble wobble Ah! But my anatomy is so rare, what? You can see the ceiling with your, what? I'm a weeble wobble, Ha!ha! I'm a weeble and I walk on my butt Yeah! And when I fall Unlike you I git up
8/27/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©