Bobbie Jo went
to town to buy
some shoes, but
once again she was
told, no shoes here.
'Now, Now repiled Bobbie
Jo, why no shoes.'
'Can't you see
Bobbie Jo, right,
in front of you,
the store burned
down last night.'
Poor Bobbie Joe,
she can't win,
for losing.
jim foulk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bobbie-jo-s-shoes/
