Rock-Paper-Scissors
"Rock, Paper, Scissors" played with my brother
We'd usually fight, then here came mother
I'll thump your head!
Now off to bed!
While our giggles we'd try to smother
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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