Rifts
What do I smell
I smell a rift a'coming
Little boy holding his pants
Small in size he isn't big
Hasn't learned line etiquette
Standing aside folks don't know
They think various of him
Perhaps his mama's in one
in there and using the lew
Or she is counting the flow
Could he be lost in the out
Out houses don't talk to ask
Yes, yes he is that I'm sure
Little boy could you be lost
Or is your mama inside
Every one rushing, pushing
That's the case, I'll get you one 😏
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posted by Jim @ 8/27/2025 03:41:00 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Ha, there are always rifts between parents and children....that's for sure!
Sounds like a rift on the way, him holding his pants and unable to access the facilities. Yikes.
"smell a rift a coming" Ha! Given the circumstances. I like your address to the little one.
Anonymous is Susan.
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