With toothy maw and goofy grin,
The jabber-jaw man tumbled gently in
He came to rest, dust clouds and all
By the solid oak desk, more a solid oak wall
While his forehead was pressed
The pain it progressed
Till his brain was aflame
Like a fiery ball
But no sooner stopped, than gleefully started
Flat forehead and oak were ingracefully parted
With toothy maw and goofy grin
The man tumbled out as he'd tumbled in.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Fatherhood
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