Why, oh Why
Why are there no ants around,
until you want to have a picnic?
Why does it rain, everytime
you wash the car?
Why do people find money on,
the other side of the street,
from you?
Why does the phone ring,
everytime your in the bath tub?
Why does the weather turn,
bad, when the home baseball,
team return home?
Why does the traffic light,
continue to stay green,
when you want to stop the car,
to look for something?
Why, oh, why we ask?
poem by Jim Foulk
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