My Ty Lesson
One day I got up off the john,
And to my desk to work upon.
An hours passed. I looked around.
To my amazing eyes I found:
My paper took a shade of brown,
All up the page and even down.
My muddy desk, my muddy pen.
My muddy walls, around my den.
Furthermore, my hand it reeks,
For sure to come between my cheeks,
A lesson learned, remember it,
To wash your hands after you .
Copyright © Jd Maxwell | Year Posted 2022
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