Colored BallsA Poem by Traceclip, clipColored Balls “There comes a time, In every man’s life, When he has “that discussion” With his ever loving wife, When she says: “We’re done Our family is big enough”, I think you need to go see the
doc, Then we won’t need to use the
glove, So it’s off to see the specialist, And he tells me what to expect, But when he told me about the
process, My boys thought twice about it, Well, we decided it was
worthwhile, Loving “au natural”, will be
great, No more worrying about little
swimmers, Or her dreadfully saying: “I’M LATE”. So here I lay a wondering, If the clipping was worth the
trouble, Though the aching and swelling I’m
sure will pass, Right now, I’m bent over double, Yes, pain killers and ice kinda
help, But that freezing chills me to the core, Yet If I’d have known the many
colors they would turn, I might have thought twice about
dropping my drawers. © 2024 TraceReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 8, 2021 Last Updated on October 6, 2024 AuthorTracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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