Friday, February 20, 2009

a poem: My Treasure



A little poem I wrote today.

My Treasure

He threw his toothbrush in the john
He wipes his nose just anywhere
Our leather sofa's colored on
That's peanut butter in his hair

Lawn fertilizer, Oxy-Clean
Virginia creeper leaves
A Christmas ornament from the tree
He's eaten all of these

At night he likes to get undressed
And pee where he should not
The potty leaves him unimpressed
He likes to see a spot

You ask me why I love him so
I don't know what to say,
Except that he's my treasure
And I love him more each day.

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