Goulash Poem by Barbara Attaway
Goulash
come and get it
i call to the boys
please wash your hands
and put up the toys
my grandson was five
you know how they fight
trying anything you cook
not wanting a bite
what is it? he asks
it's goulash! I say
goulash...made with goo? he asks
now THAT made my day
true story!
Ah, the joys of childhood. So much energy and imagination.tks for sharing, T
Haha! Kids are so funny! I make a Mexican dish that I call Moulash. Yummy! -c
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 2:15:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
goulash! your poem made me hungry...awesome poem!