Boys
Boys
Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails
A clue right from the start.
That muddy shoes might trample through
The chambers of a heart.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
Are spilled without a care.
To messes made no mind is paid,
They seem quite unaware.
The toys they break cause them no ache
That they will long regret.
They’ll find something as interesting,
And then they will forget.
Copyright © Charles Braun | Year Posted 2014
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