The wash cloth, it burns!
The soap, acid on my face!
The child, loves his dirt.
Stains show character.
Be it ice cream or pizza,
Let my face speak out!
No Haiku ….the ones my mother used always smelled sour. Ick.
Could be worse Gil, could be saliva on her thumb!
Uggghhhh, my mother did this to me when I was little. And she’d grab my glasses and put the lenses in her mouth and then wipe them. I had to smell her saliva on the lenses. Yuck.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member almost 7 years ago
The wash cloth, it burns!
The soap, acid on my face!
The child, loves his dirt.
CeeJay almost 7 years ago
Stains show character.
Be it ice cream or pizza,
Let my face speak out!
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member almost 7 years ago
No Haiku ….the ones my mother used always smelled sour. Ick.
Daeder almost 7 years ago
Could be worse Gil, could be saliva on her thumb!
alondra almost 7 years ago
Uggghhhh, my mother did this to me when I was little. And she’d grab my glasses and put the lenses in her mouth and then wipe them. I had to smell her saliva on the lenses. Yuck.