Thanks to my sister, I present a poem of Thanksgiving. A thing to be thankful for.
A scar is but a scar.
But I still have my car.
The only memories that matter
are the ones that make me fatter.
You can always buy a new pair of scissors.
Or a new paint job for that matter.
My Thanksgiving morning dilemma
A scar is but a scar
But I still have my car
The only memories that matter
Are the ones that do not shatter
And…you can always buy a new pair of scissors.
haha you rewrote it!