Shauna getting footing on grit. But is it true grit?
The way my mind works bothers me. I now want eggs and grits for breakfast.
Jack with back pack, he did not return
Shauna she waited, hoping to learn
The secret of Lem, he of onion breath
All his new friends become walking death.
Where could Jack be? She stands up to see
If Jack is still Jack with a will clear and free
Shauna it seems is a girl of true grit
So worried for Jack she can no longer sit.
She stands and she stares and she looks for a sign
That Jack is not harmed, that he’s doing just fine
The longer she looks and observes not her friend
The greater her fear that Jack met a bad end.
Hey PEQUOD. It reads like an old Harry Belafonte song!
May 03, 2017
SKJAM! Premium Member over 7 years ago
Shauna getting footing on grit. But is it true grit?
CeeJay over 7 years ago
The way my mind works bothers me. I now want eggs and grits for breakfast.
Pequod over 7 years ago
Jack with back pack, he did not return
Shauna she waited, hoping to learn
The secret of Lem, he of onion breath
All his new friends become walking death.
Where could Jack be? She stands up to see
If Jack is still Jack with a will clear and free
Shauna it seems is a girl of true grit
So worried for Jack she can no longer sit.
She stands and she stares and she looks for a sign
That Jack is not harmed, that he’s doing just fine
The longer she looks and observes not her friend
The greater her fear that Jack met a bad end.
The Pro from Dover over 7 years ago
Hey PEQUOD. It reads like an old Harry Belafonte song!