Mud

I can play in mud all day
There really is no limit
When I find some, come what may,
I’m playing every minute

The mud just oozes through my hands
I’m covered head to toe
No one really understands
what makes me feel just so

But mud just makes me feel good
Although it makes you sad.
I see it as real good
Is that so very bad?

I can play in mud all day
There simply is no other
When I find some, come what may,
But please don’t tell my mother!!muddy

3 responses to “Mud

  1. Good poem and funny ending!

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  2. Cute poem with funny ending!

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  3. Mud and rain and sun and clouds and trees and wind – what could be more fun to experience. Pretty flowers? The smell of sheets dried outside? A parade on Memorial Day? A quiet walk? Mud can be so soothing.

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