If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will not come back.
The sun might be shining in the most exquisite way,
But
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will not come back.
You might have just won tattslotto,
scoring yourself a cool million,
But
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will not come back.
You might have the sexiest thighs in the world,
But
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will not come back.
Flowers might be blooming in the park.
Children might be running around in innocent bliss.
Dogs might be sniffing other dogs’ arses.
A complete stranger might come up to you
and tell you that she loves you,
But
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will not come back.
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
it will
not
come
back.
Unless you are super-powered and it travels all the way around the earth. And hits you in the back of the head. Mwa
i love you.
Get a room!
your place or mine?
Get a boomerang!
But when the temps are mild
And the air taste wild
And the goose is flying high
I’m gonna be where the winds not slack
And all MY Frisbees come right back
When the goose is flying high
My apologies to the evil villain of the sand in “The Little Drummer Boy”