Poems from Sammytricarico
I learned the F word when I was in the second grade
A boy had used it when he dropped his lunch on the floor
I learned it again in the...
the grass flowed with the breeze
rubbing off green on my scraped knees
the scratches itched and burned
but so did the sun I later learned...
As a kid, I really wanted a puppy, my mother simply refused.
She got me a fur-real pet,
I wasn’t amused.
“It’s kind of like a puppy!”...