(Shades of Shel Silverstein)
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
...Whatif I grow up dumb.
...Whatif they've closed the 19th Hole?
...Whatif I get beat up at the Tea-party rally?
...Whatif there's poison in my cup?
...Whatif I start to vote democrat?
...Whatif I get sick of politics?
...Whatif I flunk the do-dot-ditty test?
...Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
...Whatif nobody likes me when I sing karaoke?
...Whatif Obuma resigns and Hillary runs?
...Whatif I can't fly my plane anymore?
...Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
...Whatif the fish won't bite?
...Whatif I fart in church?
...Whatif they start another war?
...Whatif Newt gets divorced?
...Whatif the casino bus is late?
...Whatif my teeth land in my soup?
...Whatif I tear my pants?
...Whatif I'm never able to golf again?
.......Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!