Buster BrownA Poem by AprilRN1210feeling silly-ever have one of these days?
Buster Brown barely built his bed
-by hitting the hammer upside his head.
His screwdriver sideways, now stuck in the screw
wishing Wally was here-he’d know what to do.
But, Buster banged, screwed and he bled
foolishly following what the instructions said.
Finally finished-all full of pride
he hopped on the bed to go for a ride.
He fumbled and tumbled-bruises galore
mumbling and moaning he couldn’t take anymore.
Buster packed up his stuff and returned to the store
proudly proclaiming he’d sleep on the floor!
© 2015 AprilRN1210Author's Note
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