Orlando’s practicing
a word he heard me say
last Friday at the store.
I thought I whispered it,
but now I’m not so sure.
Orlando’s practicing
and I can’t make him stop.
He’s having too much fun
at how folks choke each time
he lets his foul mouth run.
Orlando’s practicing
was cute at first. But now
the parents of his friends
won’t let us visit them
until this blue streak ends.
Orlando’s practicing
again tonight. I tried
distraction, but no luck.
He simply scrunched his eyes
and burbled, “Daddy! F***!”
A goofy monchielle for frends over at the dVerse Poet's Pub.
This may, or may not, be a true story...
7 comments:
ah, they do hear and see everything. Great fun.
Careful - I created a blonde haired monster this way - well done, my friend.
oh my...they hear everything...and the scariest thing is they repeat it...ha...i feel for you...
sorry i am so late but the embedded comment issues with blogger make commenting pretty near impossible on blogs that use it.
I really liked thevrepetition and how you brought it round to the ounch line. Very tightly spun yarn that had me nodding my head in acknowledgement of knowing what you mean oh so well.
wonderful, Andrew. A great and goodly word serving us all well. xxxj
Awww! This is so cute!
This one had me giggling in sympathy, I've got one that repeated EVERYTHING she heard when she was little, usually in front of Grandma.
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