Do You Want Hamburger In Your Eye
Do you want hamburger in your eye?
Or would you rather dig and die?
I stared at the three-year-old.
He was brassy, eager, bright and bold.
My only choices? I expertly guessed.
He nodded his head, not at all dressed.
Nothing like a naked three who has come to play.
To remind you that it’ll be a great day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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