Three Was A Mystery Poem by Phil Soar
Three Was A Mystery
Turning Three was a mystery to me
All those people crowding into a colourful room
Singing that song
Over and over
Giving me cake
Then wondering why I was called 'little chubby'
Conflicting remarks
'He will grow out of it'
Not if I like cake this much!
Friday, June 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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5/6/2024 6:53:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Maybe when you were 3..you have those chubby cheeks..people around you laugh and giggle and pinch your cheek. :)