OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF KIDS
Needed a few things,
From D I Y shop.
Down the road,
Decided to pop.
Early in morning,
About eight o'clock.
Dressed up like a kipper,
Didn't realise still
Wearing me slippers.
Until little boy saw me,
Seeing my slippers.
Looking sincere,
Calling out, Daddy
Daddy. Just seen the
man who lives here!.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-03-31 at 00:04
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