One, Two

One, two, buckle my shoe
I got a secret, but won’t tell you
Three, four, shut the door
It’s now the calm before the storm
Five, six, pick up sticks
Nothing left beyond my fix
Seven, eight, shut the gate
The Iran Accord I really hate
Nine, ten, start again
Tillerson’s gone, but I won’t say when

One, two, buckle my shoe

10/6/17

Author: Sabba Rabba

Unapologetic Octogenarian Democrat Respond to Poelitic@Poelitics.net View all posts by Sabba Rabba