A Captcha Of My Very OwnMy dreams are simple. Like any other man. So I know thats why. You will all understand. My dream is this. A captcha of my very own. To handle with care. Never leaving it alone. From a baby at one diget. Till full grown at eight. To bed on time. Dinner never late. So it could do its job. Annoy both me and you. Then I would take a big knife. And repeatedly run it through. Then cut it in pieces. Throw them far apart. Never remembering. Its care from the start. My dream is so simple. To rid them from fubar and you. And restore our happiness. Making the skies again forever blue.
