Monday, June 27, 2011

Boozle - A Poem

Her capricious face smiles,
dares me.

To boozle or not?
That is the question.

The “bebbo” ,
(toddler-speak for bellybutton),
winks at me.

It is too tempting.
My puckered lips descend.

Squeals of laughter,
Bright eyes flash, grin.
Her body wiggles.
She begs me to do it again.

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