A little boy named Ben got dirty
His mother had just turned thirty
This doesn’t matter now
It’s not the where or the how
But I wont let this poem get wordy
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I am doing some “speed reading” and not many comments. With everything going on I have not had time or energy to do much on WP… so I am trying like crazy to “catch up.” I apologize for not taking the time to comment like I usually do, but I have got to do something to speed things up and I don’t want to miss any of what you all write. So, I do not hate your writing, I am only silent for times sake. If I do that through this weekend I may just be able to get back to “normal” next month. Thanks everyone… I still love your words!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dirty
Leigha Robbins 
Fun poem Leigha. Don’t worry my friend, do what is convenient for you. Hugs back at you. 🤗🤗🤗
Thanks!
You’re welcome
No worries, Leigha. I think we’re all feeling that there’s just not enough time in the day to do all that needs to get done.
Sometimes we just need some fun.
happens to us all my dear. youve had a lot on your plate of late
Thanks, I am ready for a clean plate!
Im short of more plate anlogies that aren;t gonna make this all a bit weird…good luck my dear!