“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
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