My Crazy Kid

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  • Quintrem
  • I'm currently turning my poems into songs. A little re-writing here and there. Would be grateful to find someone who can write music. If anyone knows someone who can write music or who can sing, send them my way.

My Crazy Kid


A food for thought
My kid fell on the floor

She tells me she needs to poop
As her head hit the door

What's wrong I say
As she soiled herself

As I'm dying laughing
Like a crazy Christmas elf

I'm fine dad she says
Well I'm glad you're alright

Clean yourself up
So I can put you to bed tonight

Good night dad I love you
I love you too kid

Even though you are nuts
Besides what you did

As I cuddle up to the wife
I whisper and say

Oh my god that kids crazy
In every way

She turns to me
And what does she do

She says well she's crazy
Cus she acts just like you

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Quintrem’s Poems (21)

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My Crazy Kid 0
Grow up 0
Our Sweet Memeries 0
Forever Light 0
A kiss 0
Decomposing 0
Not Fair 0
Games 0
Oh mighty WiFi 0
Weirdness 0
If I could 1
Little One 0
Rocking Dead Man 1
Misguided Faith 0
Take Me 0
Growing Old 0
Happily Ever After 0
Junior 0
See what she could be 1
Identity 1
Without a home 0