Mistake Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Mistake
A boy, whose mother liked to whip
his hide whenever he gave lip,
hid in the box designed for bread
and in the morning he was dead.
I second Susan's comment! I love your poems about children. Your twisted humor makes it so fun for the parents too! Not sure how funny I think this is (or just sad) . But, either way, great work. Sincerely, Mary
ha, funny H. you should put together a bitterly clever children's book. seriously, Sus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Now you've got two of us telling you to get a book out, Herbsy! ! So what are you waiting for? : -) Smiling your way, Gina.