naughtiness (Remove filter)
BROKE BOY
A tale of a boy who lived by destruction
New toys at Christmas they'd break when he'd touch them
If the label said keep dry then no doubt it got wet
He scratched dvds and danced on his train set
He'd climb any height to get were was needed
Danger keep out but this boy proceeded
If he couldn't go through it he went over or under
Mayhem on school trips made sun turn ...
Thursday 24th August 2023 2:31 pm
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Look At Me
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Unquenchable Fire
3 hours ago
Clare on Masterpiece.
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on SIEGE OF LENINGRAD 1941-44
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Masterpiece.
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Lessons and blessings (the black-bird)
3 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Shell
4 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 25 of 230: UBUD
4 hours ago
Rasa Kabaila on Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
6 hours ago
Rasa Kabaila on The Bridge
6 hours ago