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 in 😏
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- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 . Go there to read others about rifts.
Ha, there are always rifts between parents and children....that's for sure!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a rift on the way, him holding his pants and unable to access the facilities. Yikes.
ReplyDelete"smell a rift a coming" Ha! Given the circumstances. I like your address to the little one.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous is Susan.
ReplyDeleteThe basics in life sometimes require a little assistance! Jae
ReplyDeleteI had to smile, Jim. But I'm glad that there are still people around to lend a helping hand.
ReplyDeleteSmiles. I like your take on the prompt.
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