Pebble Stew
There was an old woman sick in the head
Who fed her kids water and sent them to bed
Her perception of the world was askew
She lived in a trailer but thought it a shoe
She fed them no bread
But rocks to them fed
Daily they ate pebble stew
And her offspring were far from few
So her children were placed in loving homes where they were fed
And to a mental institution she was led
By Robb A. Kopp
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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