In March
the wind
blows down
the door
and spills
my soup
upon the floor
it laps it up and
roars for more
blowing once
blowing twice
chicken
soup and
rice!
Thank you, Maurice Sendak
the wind
blows down
the door
and spills
my soup
upon the floor
it laps it up and
roars for more
blowing once
blowing twice
chicken
soup and
rice!
Thank you, Maurice Sendak
2 comments:
Ironic! I was just saying this yesterday to a co-worker on a particularly windy walk to the gym! Love it :D
i remember that book!
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