A year in Terza Rima
17 Sep 2011 1 Comment
by Niall O'Sullivan
in Silly poems
Tags: family, holiday, the sea
My nephew dips his feet into the surf
and digs his pudgy toes into the sand,
and when the time comes to carry him off
he vents his rage by gobbing on my hand.
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Aug 05, 2012 @ 23:50:07
What an unpleasant kid.
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