This is a gay little story about something that happened to me.
| It was January 21st,
before my dad talked to the church, we were outside having fun. Oh we
said "Hi" when they came by, but every now and then I'd try to see how
well we'd done. So I put you all in competition; the winner'd get some recognition and a happy guy named George. Well, guess who did that simple task; you did whatever I had asked, then I found out I was poor.
"I'd rather have a gold star." It was January 22 and I had nothing else to do so I grabbed my history book. I turned around, to my surprise, oh, I could not believe my eyes, so I took a second look.
"I'd rather have a gold star" |