One Handed Walking Poem

Runny nose and snotty eyes
This crying boy is no surprise
Little sleep from coughing so
Makes him not want to let me go

He spits his noodle on the floor
The dog waits patiently by the door
From his cries I can tell
Dinner is not going well

With all the tears he has shed
I think it best to go back to bed
He will have non of that
Instead we walk and babble at the cat

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