The Life Of
What a life
to lie on the beach every day
just soaking up the sun
life is so perfect
but not much fun
I dont have to work
or shop for food
i dont have a hubby
or a sceaming brood
I dont listen to music
and i havent read a book
i dont do the washing
and i dont have to cook
I never have to pay for any atire
i just lie in the sun and perspire
Powders and perfume i never need
scents and shampoo will just never do
cars and insurance dont interest me
me in a bikini you will never see
so give a thought if you think lifes hell
for me on the beach
and the life of a sea shell
poem by Debbie Gregory
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