Call it wits
being one of hits
nothing in bits
actually it fits
could say it befits
as he sits
speaks with a grit
his eyebrows knit
walks away with a clean chit
Tag: hit
It be a dash straight on the wall
hitting the forehead
that rising into a bulge
devastating moment it was
with the toddler crying with pain
the parents knowing not what do
shattered by the sobs of the kid
placing ice pack on the hit
the child crying even more
what a pain the poor one would have felt!
with tears rolling down his cheeks
sobbing intermittently for full twenty minutes
the sister standing aghast with a shock
looking at her brother crying loudly.
the entire household became paralysed
To everyone’s astonishment
the little boy walked towards his toys
Well! that be the way all kids behave
with
the grown ups still being into the strike and dash.
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