puddles and sorrow

Would the feet were wet...

to splash in great puddles...

to gush in the gooshy...

mud and all like things...

who said it wasn't...

fun bein' a kid...

running from chores...

go seek and hide...

that cigarette butt...

that marijuana toke...

you took that five...

that sweet disease...

you got in your jeans...

for rejecting some...

really good advise...

it's wet outside...

now...

wear your rubbers...

isn't that...

what mother said...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015