Wriggles a finger up your nose!
soaks your bed with a garden hose!
late to bed!
late to rise!
here's you a self rising flour pie!
tossing too&fro
from hip to hip!
here's you finger dab
of Mustard across your Lips!
Now it's time to
rise&shine!
go wash betwixt
your fart squeezer's
till their squeaky
clean Like mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is such a sacred blessing to wake up to a silly poem written just for me. I hope our poetic journey continues to unfold with such sweetness.