Jean’s Welly’s
Jean’s wellys are rather smelly
As she wont wear her socks
So when we go walking
She gets blisters the size of rocks
But what’s worse is those blisters burst
And she expects to be nursed!
With a wail and a whimper
It’s home we flitter
Meaning poor mummy ain’t gonna get no fitter!
Posted: Monday, August 26th, 2019 @ 3:37 pm
Categories: Kids, Little Books, Poems.
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