By: Devin Murphy
Not now Judy, not now I’m writing a poem
Wait till we’re in the wilderness
Not now Judy, not now
I said I’m so tired Judy, stop using that pole
Go back to the crib in the cave you were born in
No not now we have to wait for Bill,
Then we can have a thrill on the hill by Pronto in Russell
No wait, the hill is in Maple Park and Albert and Stephen are waiting there in the rain and the dark
Just then a dog leaped up...
Not now Judy I’m writing a poem
Last modified on: TU/4-10/07