Why do I want to go?
To Mongolia?
Coz I know so little about it.
To work?
I have to pay for Mongolia, right!
Away from her?
Coz she’s left me nowhere else to go.
To Hitch?
He rhymes with me.
To the next channel?
Hopefully the next one still has ads.
Home?
I run out of reasons to stay out.
To my barber?
For no reason now, actually.
To the North East?
I really liked dog the first time I tried.
To the loo?
Hell coz I need to go!
But, why do you want to go?
Coz I know so little about it.
To work?
I have to pay for Mongolia, right!
Away from her?
Coz she’s left me nowhere else to go.
To Hitch?
He rhymes with me.
To the next channel?
Hopefully the next one still has ads.
Home?
I run out of reasons to stay out.
To my barber?
For no reason now, actually.
To the North East?
I really liked dog the first time I tried.
To the loo?
Hell coz I need to go!
But, why do you want to go?
Labels: Ramblings
posted by Hari at 9:14 PM
5 Comments:
ulan bator
The question my story is "Why?" not where! But Ulan Bator sounds like a ride man! Never thought about it. Thanks for the idea!
Shit! Ulan Bator is the bloody capital of Mongolia! For a very smart guy, I can be quite dumb sometimes!
To add one more why in my list of whys...
A lot of whys make you wise!!
haha! good one paradox!
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