Boys are strange, my best friend says;
I must say, I agree.
They do and think the strangest things
that there could ever be.
They play with spiders, frogs, and snakes;
they like to roll in dirt!
They play rough games throughout the day
and don’t mind getting hurt!
They like to yell; they like to scream!
They like to push and poke!
They like to tease and make you mad —
they think that it’s a joke!
They’re not much fun to be around,
it’s very plain to see.
Despite all that, I get a thrill
when Andrew smiles at me!
The Lonely Meatball 
Excellent poem about boys 👍👍with as usual a beautiful drawing 👌
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Thank you so much, Dulcy! It makes me happy that you like the drawings too.
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Ah yes. Well, someone has to civilize Andrew. Not that you like him or anything like that.
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🥰 awww! Boys! Can’t live with ‘em— can’t live without ‘em.
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This is amazing!
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Thank you! Your comment makes my day.
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