Most of my poetry comes from mommy or self-experience...scattered with embellisment
Kindergarten Boy
Timmy is a naughty boy
He teases me alot
He doesn't like my freckles
He'd like to connect them
Dot to dot
He sticks his tongue out at me
And sends spitballs flying by
I wonder why he does it
Does he want to see me cry?
He pulled my piggy tail
On the playground
The other day
Then
While no one was looking
Kissed my cheek
And ran away
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