Tommy had a tippy cup
and it kept him really dry.
For when Tommy tipped to sip from it
in his mouth his juices would slide.
Over the lips and past his gums
for look out stomach for here it comes!
Never down Tommy's chin to run
from Tommy's Tippy cup was none!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one made me smile, Linda. Almost like a nursery rhyme! You must have had fun writing this one because it was fun reading it! Too cute! Ashley