Pasture Pot Pourri
Sniff, Sniff
The following poem was written originally on tissue paper with a wire nail.
I was born about ten thousand years ago.
There isn’t a doggone thing that I don’t know.
I played “ring around the roses,”
With Peter, Paul, and Moses,
And I’ll choke the guy that says it isn’t so.
I once saw Satan as he looked the garden o’er.
I saw Adam and Eve kicked out of the garden door.