Saturday, December 30, 2006

#24: Wild Child

I hope no one is offended by my brief mention to Saddam and his was all i could think of that would rhyme with mom and still make sense in the poem.

Wild Child

A toddler was eating some bread.

But wanted to hurt things instead.

So he said to his mom,

“You’ll go down like Saddam

If you don’t do the things that I’ve said.”

Well the mom thought that this was absurd.

And she screamed really loud, “Oh My Word!”

For her three year old son,

Had just pulled out a gun,

And was shooting the cat and the bird.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this changed my life