Crumbs on my Carpet...
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I adore my buddies with kids
But please don't
Let them near
My living room...
It's not easy
To pristine
With a broom...
I know that you
Might be Enticed, but just
Spare me this
Good night.
If I could,
Then I'd like to
Treat it as an
Exposition...
Maybe I'm rambling,
But I thirst for you
To hear me...
Please don't get any
Crumbs on My Carpet❗
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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Haha! Good one!
🤣🤣 Good one!
🥰🥰🥰 I love this!!! You are so talented, Lonzo!! 😍
🤣🤣🤣 No guarantees with my crew! (They're worth it!) Love this!
I love it! If there had been severity & discipline attached to this you would have captured my mother perfectly. Instead, you remind me of how a felt when entering the home of some dear friends of ours. Their living room, dining room & entryway were all done in the brightest, cleanest white shag carpet I had ever seen. Everything was immaculate! Forget about crumbs, I was afraid to breathe in there.
Been there, this was before I had my daughter. I had a visitor with a 3 year old, he spilled his red juice from his sipping cup by accident on my white rug. Oh my,lol . When you have kids , you get used to the accidents ,lol
Good one.
Thank you, HandsomelouiiThePoet, for sharing this witty poem with us. Your clever use of language and relatable subject matter made for an enjoyable read. Keep up the great work!
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And this is why we have tiles now!!
HeHe! My carpet's for getting my own crumbs all over! Hands, feet and knees off! Clever stuff, Louii
Haha!! This was awesome! Made me smile and laugh!! 🤣 Totally get it, I work with kids and they get their sticky little hands on everything and its never the same! I am so on team No Crumbs on My Carpet!!
Wow! Perfectionist much. Honesty is always the best.
enjoyed it!
Don't get it twisted, the parents feel the same way. LOL!
Oh what a funny piece buddy, that’s why God made dogs, 😂😂, nice one Lonzo 😀