Monday, July 06, 2015
A poem and a song for Monday
My dad wrote a poem on Friday, and sent me a song on Sunday. Here is the poem:
All the juices from
buttered corn and plump burgers
end up on my chin
And here is the song:
What gifts!
All the juices from
buttered corn and plump burgers
end up on my chin
And here is the song:
What gifts!
