He Called Me a Limp-Clod
He called me a limp-clod.
What is it?
I have no idea.
But it made you mad?
I am furious.
I could hit him.
Can we ask him?
Okay.
What is a limp-clod?
A limp is my best friend and a clod is his name.
Your name is Claude?
Yes.
Are you still mad?
Not as mad, but I have not slowed down yet.
Understood.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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