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.
3 responses so far ↓
littlegurkha // March 22, 2009 at 4:34 pm |
“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.
gitangi // March 22, 2009 at 8:03 pm |
I don’t quite get the comment. Am I missing something?
Emilie // March 31, 2009 at 4:35 pm |
Wow Itisha! This is good!