Bump, Bump
Looking down
I see it move,
Bump, bump
My belly jumps.
The baby is moving
Twisting and turning all around.
Up and down
Side to side,
The belly jumping all around!
And soon we will find out
Just what little prize we have inside!
Bump, Bump
Looking down
I see it move,
Bump, bump
My belly jumps.
The baby is moving
Twisting and turning all around.
Up and down
Side to side,
The belly jumping all around!
And soon we will find out
Just what little prize we have inside!
thesgtj commented on Bump, Bump
09-30-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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