Tuesday, 22 July 2008
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A Tale of Two Broken Glasses
Mommy Mommy what do you see?
I see a pair of broken glasses looking at me.
Broken Glasses, Broken Glasses what do you see?
I see a pair of little hands breaking me.
Broken Glasses Broken Glasses what else do you see?
I see the optician fixing me..
Optician, Optician what do you see?
I see Josiah and Judah torturing me...
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Comments (2)
Oh dear! Sorry to hear that. Very funny poem though!
Sorry about the Cod Liver Oil. It is disgusting, isn't it?
I forgot to give you the kombucha mushroom! I will have to get Brendan to ride into Rhode and mail you one. Or you can come visit me again!
Cute poem!!!!!! Sorry about the glasses! oh no!
Love, Jenn
PS. Don't start coveting my true badge!