A funny poem forwarded by a friend. Read on
We are all somehow related
Often times even belated.
At reproduction they’re not the best
By working in banks they get their rest.
The community is rapidly dwindling
The gene pool is tremendously shrinking.
Eccentricities sure do abound
Soon we will all be funny and round.
The girls these days, do not want to get married
They say, “Oh no, we’d much rather be buried”
”This one is not right for me”
”That one doesn’t know how to make tea”
”The other one makes less money than me”
”And I wish that one would just let me be”
To fall in love they know not how
They keep saying the time is not now.
The boys are also just the same
Now where does one put the blame?
”She is too tall”, ”she is too fat”
”Oh my God! That one looks like a rat!”
Will we all die and wither away?
Or will someone come to save the day?
My thoughts go out to all those who read
Remember it is with you I plead…
Just be good and do your best
God is great and will do the rest.
