I have a tornado that lives in my house,
you won't see him coming he is quiet as a mouse.
A huge mess is what you will see,
A huge mess is what you will see,
on the floor he thinks everything must be.
Who me?
As soon as I pick it up it starts all over again,
one day I might lock him up in a pen. :)
This is OK being a mother this is part,
I love this little tornado with all of my heart.
2 comments:
Just wait...the bigger your "tornado" grows, the bigger the mess gets!
Great poem. It is the best time of your life. Love every minute.
Mom
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