NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty

DAY TWENTY

FANCY PANTS NANCY

He gives and He takes we all mistakes

Horses for courses on different days

The way the egg breaks it’s all pains and aches

And nobody remembers September

Oh yesterday’s gone there’s no hanging on

But they say what goes around will still come

Scratching hypodermic needles and pins

So who knows what this September might bring

Go tickle tackle fancy pants Nancy

Everything’s up like a drone in the air

Sitting on top of the shelf looking down

Watching the tic on the old clock go tock

Binge drinking trying to forget she’s gone

Get ye back to the mushroom picking farm

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