Just The Reverse Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Just The Reverse
'You go to bed at twelve or one,
And thus destroy your health, my son.'
'No, sir,' the boy said drowsily,
'It's getting up that's killing me.'
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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