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
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