Stitch this…

Right now

Beans beans can form a part
Of a childish rhyme
Used all the time
By my two boys
But then they start
To make that noise
And my maternal heart
And my radar starts
To spot those onlookers
Allergic to farts.

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This entry was published on August 24, 2014 at 5:39 pm and is filed under NaPoWriMo (or poetry). Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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