I took the boy upon the rocks
Not far from chilly waves.
He squirmed like larva to get free;
I prepped to make some saves.
He walked and crawled with clear delight
My boy, he loves to potter.
And frequently I lunged to save
My boy from cruel, cold water.
1 comment:
But apparently he did not need saving from a lemon!!!A persistent little fella.
An old codger
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