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| Bread ( a prose poem) | David Copperfield | valeries calories | In my room... | My Brother's orange tongue | Boredom | I spied a spider | Well spoiled.. | Hmm.. | I enjoy puting a pencil into my head | |
My brother's orange tongue Dyed from a summer treat, Was licking his own arm To relieve the scorching heat. My Mom's eyes narrowed, As she saw the discarded stick. She had warned him not to consume That which would make him sick. "My tummy hurts!" he howled, In a voice as thick as sap. So mom lifted the little bloke, And placed him in her lap. As we then found out, What was wrong was not his belly. And with a triumphant "THPTHPFF!" He left her something smelly. |