tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948004518110489837.post8826246583624524905..comments2023-08-14T20:57:01.071+01:00Comments on bhundu: Bhunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08956669650019943824noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948004518110489837.post-2110259210925725572011-01-06T21:28:21.419+00:002011-01-06T21:28:21.419+00:00Jerry, thanks for the poem, I remember how we used...Jerry, thanks for the poem, I remember how we used to wait for it to get muddy so we could go out for a run, I still love it!Bhunduhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08956669650019943824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948004518110489837.post-57300558490316722532011-01-05T01:23:24.343+00:002011-01-05T01:23:24.343+00:00Simples:
I'm in love with mud,
It's sad, ...Simples:<br /><br />I'm in love with mud,<br />It's sad, I know, but true.<br />I just can't help but splash in it,<br />Or stomp a path right through.<br /><br />It's sticky and it's dirty,<br />And it covers all my clothes.<br />But when I see it lying there,<br />A voice inside me grows...<br /><br />...You can't resist, you know I'm right,<br />It's fun to play in mud!<br />Look at it just sitting there,<br />I really think you should!<br /><br />I splatter in the grimy gloop,<br />I can't resist the ooze!<br />I run, I jump, I stamp about,<br />It drips into my shoes!Jerry Smallwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18104366788041215064noreply@blogger.com