Sorry. It’s no longer Monday morning. Bit slow today, for reasons that will become apparent in my poem:
The Boy has CAT scans.
The Girl cries, stays up all night.
No more kids for me.
Sorry. It’s no longer Monday morning. Bit slow today, for reasons that will become apparent in my poem:
The Boy has CAT scans.
The Girl cries, stays up all night.
No more kids for me.