Jean O'Neal Floyd
Boys - Poem by Jean O'Neal Floyd
Little boys, lots of noise,
Scattered toys, lots of joys.
A kiss and a hug, a spill on the rug,
In their pockets a frog or a bug,
They give your heart a tug.
dirty face, untied shoe lace,
Running at a hectic pace,
Not a minute to waste.
Dirty chothes, sun burnt nose,
Stubbed toes, playing G.I. Joes.
Toy cars, monkey bars,
Lightening bug in fruit jars,
Lay in the grass, look at the stars.
Asleep at night, eyes shut tight,
All in their world is right,
Their dreams are sunny and bright.
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