by Ed Matlack
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OUr timing must have been bad, as our fort as kids, did hit the ground, as did our heads...
Built for us monkeys,
Till we got older and more hunky,
Went up on it the other day, we did,
Just like when I was a kid…
Apparently our combined weight,
Now that we were grown,
Was too much for,
Its foundation of stone…
The old girl did a bit of a moan and a groan,
Giving us fair warning of an impending doom,
Crashing down she came,
Landing with a hollow thud,
Or was that the sound of my head,
When it hit the mud…?
© ed – 4/22/04
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Heheheheh Oh boy aauch!!
Love this one Ed!!
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Oh my Ed...is this for real? LOL...my grandson is dying for
a treehouse....I think I will just buy him a small shed..
LOL....and call it a club house....its safer...Hahahaha...
hope your ok...did rufuz go too?.....loved this one..floria
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Lucky you hit mud, not concrete! See, this proves we need more natural stuff like mud, and less artificial stuff like concrete.|