Mommy, Mommy, went to the store. I can't wait for her to come back home. Cooking dinner, forgot the sauce, had to get some to fill my tum! Tommy is playing, Lucy is sleeping, little baby Susie is quietly weeping. Maybe I'll try and be some help, go to the kitchen and try to help! Never touch the pan, Mommy said, but maybe this one time she'll understand. Mommy, Mommy, I'll make some! I'll make some sauce to fill my tum!
Ladybug ladybug fly away home,
Your house in on fire and your children are gone,
All except one and that's little Ann,
For she crept under the frying pan.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
