Judith Viorst

(February 2, 1931)

Some Things Don'T Make Any Sense At All - Poem by Judith Viorst

My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.

Comments about Some Things Don'T Make Any Sense At All by Judith Viorst

  • Rookie Tori Ocean (1/27/2006 2:04:00 PM)

    i love it! i can imagine a little boy saying this (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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