Today's poetry comes courtesy of Luke. It was thoroughly perfected and oft repeated during long minutes enjoyed soaking in the tub.Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the buns
of me my own.
I smell the buns
of me my own.
Were we to dissect this great masterpiece of his mind, what would we discover about the mind of this brilliant poet?
2 comments:
That's the Anderson in him!
I can't wait to have kids that say these ridiculous things. How fun...I'm loving Luke's haircut. He looks like an official little boy! Your babies are growing up Car!
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