There was a tree
who had to pee
and then he went to get the key
then he went to the mall
then he saw someone call
and then there was a robbery
and someone called the police
and the police said I'm coming
your majesty
then the police was a flea!
the end
Poem by my son Noah.
humor me here...
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
1 comment:
Yeah Noah!!! Love the poem.
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