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Busted Eggs
Spilled milk
Flour on the wall
Sugar on the floor
A forgotten order
Crack!
Another knot
A wooden spoon
An upset mother
You’d think
He’d remember
To wash
A little faster
Crack!
Menu’s on the door
Bowl on the floor
Bent ladle
The pot has a dent
She asked for a fork
Ten minutes ago
This boy of hers
With his head
In the clouds
Crack!
Bringing him
Back to Earth
Just long enough
For him to
Remember
What his job
For the day is
And to wash
His hands
More often
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Comments (11)
Haha cute. ☺️👏 Mum used to hit my hands with the wooden spoon. . Remember being chased around the kitchen actually lol!
This feels like a fun nursery rhyme, and the general abuse/injury only adds to that feel 😁
The good news is that when he has to go to the doctor for all his lumps & bruises, his head will still be so far off in the clouds he won't need any anesthesia. (Though, I'm guessing he'll still get charged for it.)
This was too funny. Brought me back to memories of wooden spoons in me own mum's kitchen
This was top par; I appreciate the comic relief entwined with frustration.
This certainly have your signature story written on it. A mothers job , oh boy !!! 😂
Sounds like me! 😂
Hmm. I can empathise with her here!
Hahahahahahahahaha I was able to relate so much with that boy because I always have my head in the clouds as well!
Loved it! Crack!❣️
Loved this!!