Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday, too,
she also socked me Tuesday,
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She socked me double Wednesday, and Thursday even more, but when she socked me Friday, she began to get me sore. Getting me sore. a god poem.
Another great poem that's also very witty and they are so hard to write. This man is a true master of the art.
What a great poem but it's ruined by the robot voice recitation. It even says, quote, and end quote.
I actually expected the last line to be “that Saturday she kissed me”
" Enough's enough, " I yelled at her, " I hate it when you hit me! " " Well, then I won't" Suzanna said— that Saturday, she bit me. expressions. tony