L'Enfant Glacé Poem by Harry Graham

L'Enfant Glacé



When Baby's cries grew hard to bear
I popped him in the Frigidaire.
I never would have done so if
I'd known that he'd be frozen stiff.
My wife said: 'George, I'm so unhappé!
Our darling's now completely frappé!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: baby
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