A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Misplaced Sand
Jun 14, 2016
Sand is in my hair and nose,
In my shorts and 'tween my toes,
On my arms and back and knees.
Will you clean the sand off please!
In my shorts and 'tween my toes,
On my arms and back and knees.
Will you clean the sand off please!
Sand belongs around a lake,
Deserts too, make no mistake,
On the ocean's shing shores.
But no sir, not inside my drawers!
Deserts too, make no mistake,
On the ocean's shing shores.
But no sir, not inside my drawers!
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