Expressions Poetry Journal: The Question of WHY???

June 14, 2013

The Question of WHY???

Why are they called apartments

when they are all stuck together?

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Elsie Catterson, NY

3 comments:

Aria DeDraconisJune 15, 2013 at 2:22 PM
Why do "they" call a Driveway and a Parkway wrong? We Park in a Driveway and Drive on a Parkway...Go figure!!
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Rhoda GalgianiJune 15, 2013 at 9:01 PM
This is super! 'Expressions' thanks you for these great words of humor...rg
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Karen O'LearyJune 18, 2013 at 7:10 PM
Something indeed to ponder about. Got a chuckle out of it.

Karen
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