Lunch Poem by Steve Howard

Lunch



Little mouse wished she could fly like a hawk,
as she sneaked out on clover to munch.
Then lo and behold, her wish came true.
But that was right after lunch.

Monday, May 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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