Boys, Toys, and Noise

A limerick about being a boy mom

By Eileen DavisPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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There once was a mother of boys

Ready to throw away all their toys

That stubbed her little toe

And scratched her elbow

Then paused hearing their laughter and noise

childrens poetry

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Eileen Davis

Writer. Blogger. Poet. Avid reader. Boy mom. Have bipolar 2. Experience bisexual attraction. News Junkie. Love America. Love China. English language BA from BYU. Follow me on X, Facebook, Medium, or my blog.

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