Kissing Poem by George Hunter
Kissing
There was a young boy named Chris
Who didn’t know how to kiss.
Press all four lips together
As light as a feather
And surely you’ll be in bliss
So Chris went to her house
Being as quiet as a mouse.
And they practiced all night
Til they got it right
And she later became his spouse.
Friday, May 8, 2009
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