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True story - but the toddler stopped with the shorts :) 

Wash Day

WASH DAY

O bother, I’ve knocked over my juice cup!
Mother taught me you reap what you sow.
And so I must clean up this splendid mess.
How to absolve this fruitiness? Of course! I’ve got it!
I’ll use my brother’s shorts as a mop.
Why stop there when I can wash his shirts too.
Won’t mother be proud of all I can do!

3/23/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 10:36 PM
Whimsically fun! It might have struck me more funny if I had not spilled six cups of chili down my shirt and jeans today. A coincidence!
Rodrigues Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 11:01 PM
LOL! You’re a hoot!
Cunningham Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 1:13 PM
Thankfully it wasn't red wine lol
Rodrigues Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 3:30 PM
If a kid’s drinking wine, we have a bigger problem...lol
Gauthier Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 8:28 AM
I hope that was grape juice (and not the sissy white one). Nothing but the best! Funny poem, Kim. Very sweet in more ways than one. Well done.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 8:46 AM
LOL...thanks!
Talbot Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 8:18 AM
Tut tut, naughty, but nice '-) Mick
Rodrigues Avatar
March 23, 2018 at 8:46 AM
LOL! Brothers!
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