Posted: Dec 18, 07 9:10am
I am not a writer, and certainly not a poet, but i woke up one morning with this pretty much complete in my head. I played with it for a couple of hours and tweaked it just a little, and this is what I ended up with.
One sad day, my baby ran away, and the blues started wearin my shoes.
I tried to get her to stay, but didn’t know what to say, cause the blues were wearin my shoes.
I couldn’t even dance, cause the blues got in my pants, the day my baby ran away.
It really began to hurt, when the blues started wearin my shirt, the day my baby ran away.
I thought I might die, when the blues wore my necktie, the day my baby ran away.
I know it really wasn’t smart, to let the blues get in my heart, the day my baby ran away.
Well, I might as well be dead, cause the blues got in my head, the day my baby ran away.
Peace,
Dean









