Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Why I'm Steering Clear of Writing Poems

You sit in chairs!
You climb up stairs!
You've got blonde hairs!
You fear not bears!
You love you some pears!
Your smile is a dare!
Your feet are bare!
The people they stare!
You've yet to ride a mare!
Your mom she cares!
She don't use Nair!
She'll love you fore'er!

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1 comment:

  1. drjalepenoSeptember 1, 2009 at 9:01 AM

    You have found it.....your true voice. Thank you Eva for your contribution to your mother's poetry career...

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