Rug Rat - Poem by John Kidwell
Rug rat crawling around on all fours:
Under tables and chairs,
Yes! Even behind doors!
What is she looking for with such intense glee
That offsets even boredom,
Causing it to flee...
Time for a break to count fingers and toes,
Arms, legs, head and hair!
Yes! Even her nose!
A pile of laundry stacked way up high
Is a mountain to conquer!
Thank God she can't fly...
J. Myron kidwell
Once in a while I just have to look at the world from the eyes of a child
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