A Fresh Start


A Fresh Start

Eat your crusts,
she said to me.
And hairs will grow on your chest
(You’ll see!)

And now I’m old,
it’s all gone wrong.
The hairs are thick,
and black,
and loooong.

I wish that I could
have a fresh start.
(And tear those
filthy crusts apart!)

“Don’t eat your crusts,
just throw them out!”
I’d tell everyone
with a mighty SHOUT!

But the hairs have grown
up to my ears,
so mmmmph mmph mmmph!
is all they will hear.