Nightly Routine
Spaghetti sauce red,
Buttered up bread,
Kids are fed.
Bed sheets spread,
Books done read,
Nothing more said.
Thoughts have fled,
My tired head,
Down to bed.
Copyright © Trish Ranck | Year Posted 2018
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