I smashed in the back bumper Of a great big king-sized van, But the driver who got out Was a very tiny man. He shouted, “I’m not happy!” With his tiny face all red. My answer was most unkind; “Which one are you then?” I said.
Entries from June 2011 ↓
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It Must Have Been “Grumpy”
June 29th, 2011 — Poems for Grownups, Quickies
