wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Varying Volume
The movie's volume
Goes up and down.
When it's up
Mom wants to frown.
When the volume
Is turned down low,
I try to lip-read,
But I'm too slow.
Then I use earbuds
And we're all happy.
I can hear my movie
And Mom's not mad at me.
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