Pockets Poem by David Darbyshire
Pockets
Rating: ★4.7
When I was a little Rocket
Never put your hands in your Pocket,
Mum always said to Me
Now I'm older, a little more Free
I LOVE to put my Hands.
In my Pockets
It's Nice and Warm, you See
It's also a safe place to put Things..........
P.S.
When there is no Hole!
Thursday, December 1, 2005
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4/23/2024 2:23:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The worst part is when you place a sweet in one and it ends up all sticky and adheres to the bottom. Yuck! ! ! Gave me a chuckle. Love Ernestine XXX Thanks for all your lovely comments, and your nice adorable remarks. Bless you.