A BOY is dirt and blue jeans
with mischief in his eyes.
He leaves behind a trail of Dirtdirt
no matter how he tries.
And at the end of every day,
he still can run and shout.
When he should be tired and sleeping,
it's MOM who's all worn out!
August
8 years ago
1 comment:
I love this poem! Did you write it? May I frame it for my house?
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