Humor

We may talk sometimes And we walk sometimes You may smile sometimes And for a while sometimes Though not oft – sometimes You’re so soft. Sometimes Sometimes’ such a lovely thing You’re so cross sometimes At a loss sometimes Wish me away sometimes Every day sometimes You’re so cruel sometimes And so cool. Sometimes Sometimes is so sad a thing But we’re so warm sometimes Arm in arm sometimes Kiss to kiss sometimes All such bliss sometimes You’re so mine sometimes And love’s divine. Sometimes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Sometimes is my everthing

Some people talk at the drop of a pin And some people’™s talk can wear you thin Some talk ‘˜til you throw a fit As if their breathing depends on it But the’  worst, I think are those constant larks That always talk in question marks For through most of talking one can dose With open eyes and intelligent pose But what is one supposed to do ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  When questions are constantly put to you?