My little brother
He runs too fast and when I tell him to slow down
He stops altogether
Never would be able to walk along a straight line
Leaves behind loops and strings and strips of fabric
General disarray
My little brother
It was so different with singer
Seams straight, fabric so neat and tidy
But me and my little brother, we whistle as we go.
Unknown "Toast Rider" Frisky
- 17 years, 7 days ago