Surf Baby Surf

I can think of 100 reasons why I shouldn't eat this fudge
Not only that but reasons why I don't even want to budge.
From watching my favorite TV Show and resting on my tush
The only way you can move me is with one gigantic push.

What motivates people anyway?  I just don't have that go
When people try to give me advise, I tell them I don't want to know.
I really should get off this here couch and clean up all this mess
But I am just so comfortable and I really need the rest.

I should run the vacuum and think of what we will eat
But by gosh I'm pooped right out I feel like I've been beat.
Maybe I'll have something delivered, now that is easy enough
Threw a little something on the stove but I can't eat that stuff.

Ding a ling, hey! send some food over in an hour will be fine
Whatever hubby doesn't eat then I can claim as mine.
Guess I'll surf the channels, and find something really neat
Whew, sitting here is working much too hard
I sure need something to eat.

If you don't see me tomorrow, you know I starved to death
I just made a quick trip to the frig and nothing has been left.
I'm weak from so much surfing, gotta rest a little more
Hope the food comes really quick can't even answer the door.

Good by cruel world I can't make it
I think I see the light
Oh my gosh got to get ready
Oprah is on tonight!
Surf-surf-surf...

©Ginny Bryant

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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