Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Mandruka was always a spluttering
Wife was always talking and muttering
Then came Frank who was always fluttering
Golly, Molly was always stuttering
Mandruka’s wife yelled stop that blundering.
Written: Aug. 11, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
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