Suzanna socked me Sunday Poem by Jack Prelutsky
Suzanna socked me Sunday
Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday, too,
she also socked me Tuesday,
I was turning black and blue.
She socked me double Wednesday,
and Thursday even more,
but when she socked me Friday,
she began to get me sore.
"Enough's enough," I yelled at her,
"I hate it when you hit me!"
"Well, then I won't" Suzanna said—
that Saturday, she bit me.
I actually expected the last line to be “that Saturday she kissed me”
" Enough's enough, " I yelled at her, " I hate it when you hit me! " " Well, then I won't" Suzanna said— that Saturday, she bit me. expressions. tony
She socked me double Wednesday, and Thursday even more, but when she socked me Friday, she began to get me sore. Getting me sore. a god poem.
Another great poem that's also very witty and they are so hard to write. This man is a true master of the art.
What a great poem but it's ruined by the robot voice recitation. It even says, quote, and end quote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:27:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Funny poem, I like it.....10 points
It was such a funny poem!