When you were only eleven, You grew till you almost reached heaven, With bread and leftovers (You didn't need Kroger's) Your mind, wit and body to leaven!
To heaven, you say? Oh poor mother You mean this son of yours? Not another? Bread might bolster kinetics But I’m stuck with genetics My growth spurt they did hasten to smother.
When you were only eleven,
ReplyDeleteYou grew till you almost reached heaven,
With bread and leftovers
(You didn't need Kroger's)
Your mind, wit and body to leaven!
To heaven, you say? Oh poor mother
ReplyDeleteYou mean this son of yours? Not another?
Bread might bolster kinetics
But I’m stuck with genetics
My growth spurt they did hasten to smother.
Paleo?!! :(
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