Stranded on the road the other day dripping
to the last strand of hair,
the buses that whooshed by me tripping
could, barely care.
T’was all I could do to hail a cab or two,
but none came.
And the dear hair smelled, pooh!
of pain.
Stranded on the road the other day dripping
to the last strand of hair,
the buses that whooshed by me tripping
could, barely care.
T’was all I could do to hail a cab or two,
but none came.
And the dear hair smelled, pooh!
of pain.