wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Exhaustion
I'm tired,
I'm beat,
I'm totally worn out.
I'm weary,
I'm bleary,
Completely tuckered out.
I climb into bed,
I rest my weary head,
Then I pass out.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
©2011, Bridget Magee
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment