Pre-School Poem by Madrason .

Pre-School



Oh mums, they smother their babies
with ice-creams and milky-ways
-they fill their days looking
in to shiny dressed windows-
and place them on their couches
while the aquaria with sounds
bewilder busy large white balls
dragged in to deep hypnoses! M

Friday, September 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: growing up
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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