Wednesday, December 4, 2013

♥The Ceiling Fan♥

The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;
round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.

Ecclesiastes 1:6

The Ceiling Fan 

The man that made
The ceiling fan
I’d like to know
I would shake his hand 

When night time comes
And I sleep in bed
The ceiling fan
Blows on my head 

Watching TV
Is such a breeze
The ceiling fan
Keeps me at ease 

There’s only one thing
That I don’t like
When the fan is on
And my bird’s in flight 

He hits the fan
Then he hits the wall
And then I ain’t got
No bird at all.
by theresa arnold