Woke up sticky,
Dreamt of a girl name of Nicky,
All kind of wet was the sheet,
Boy, that dream sure was neat…
Gotta change the bed,
Can’t let mom see,
Dad said she would understand,
On the way to being a man…
Surely not the last time,
Know it wasn’t a crime,
Still kind of scared,
For this, boys are sometimes unprepared…
No more sleeping bare,
Gotta start to wear pajamas,
Or lock my bedroom door with care,
Don’t want to suffer any more of these dramas…
Anna
duke
Ron
You express yourself very well in all you write!
Love and Light
Lily
EWE REALLY WHACKED YER DOODLE !
Love ya!
Jane
Suffer boys do for sure but eventually....
Budd