My, how you’ve changed
your clothes, I mean they range
from head to toe,
from hat to shoe,
and some are old,
but some are new.
My, how you’ve aged
the wine, I mean it stains,
or is it cider
vinegar?
it tastes of pickles
from a jar.
My, how you’ve grown
the farm, I mean you’ve sown
the seeds of corn
of wheat forlorn,
the sheep are even
freshly shorn.
My, how you’ve changed
your mind, I mean your brains,
they’ve spilled again;
it’s such a shame.
I hope it doesn’t
cause you pain.
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