Poem -
Clutter Bug
Clutter Bug
How do you do?
Did you hide under my shoe?
Maybe you could give me a clue,
Where are you?
Your not in my closet,
or under my bed,
so I'm going to call you Fred.
I found a trace of where you had been
then laughter starts to set in.
The mess I made You came alive
but clean up is at 5, so you will have to hide.
I'll shove you in the corner
maybe no one will see that play time
is just for you and me..
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Comments
Sounds like my daughter's day.
Love it.
Thanks for taking time to read, yeah my son has a wonderful imagination, you friend have a wonderful day..
My Dear Kay,
The love for your beautiful little boy resonates with every word of this heartfelt poem. I will also respond with the Haiku below.
My sweetest Angel
Is Prince of the Clutter Bugs
And King of my Soul
Love,
Larry xxx
That is beautiful, and thank you for taking time to read my friend, may you be blessed in all that you do. much love friend,
Love that final line KAY!!......those moments shared just between the two of you......forever documented here in such clever poetic prose...will never, ever, go away!!......gorgeously imbued with Love!!......ALL STARS!!....well done dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )