I don’t care for Zebra Crossings,
nobody does, in a poor country,
everybody just wants to cross,
whenever and wherever,
everybody wants to get to the other side,
of things that need to be left behind.
Things were different when I was small,
I cared for things,
I cared for Scouts and badges,
I cared so much that one day, the whole day,
in my pleated skirt and my feathered hat,
I asked people,
to use the Zebra Crossing.
“I cared so much that one day, the whole day,
in my pleated skirt and my feathered hat,
I asked people,
to use the Zebra Crossing.”
–Okay.
I don’t quite get the comment. Am I missing something?
Wow Itisha! This is good!
just i read. what a kickass it is.