Saturday, March 2, 2024

Pre-bedtime poem

 Nighty Night

 

Wind whistles through the window

The clock reads 10:11

Better go to bed soon

To get up at seven

 

My stupid nose is running

I don’t want a cold

This catching germs from children

Is getting rather old

 

I like the kiddos

But a cold I wouldn’t choose

Next time I wish they’d give me

Something I can use.

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