"Don't Tell Mama." A fascinating poem by Homason.

Don't tell Mama

Covering the pot slowly,

licking five fingers,

I wanted more but I couldn't say.

Don't tell mama,

I was hungry.

Careful! the pot is hot,

You could get hurt if you don't stop,

Startling grand-ma.

Covering the pot slowly,

Cleaning five fingers

I wanted more but I couldn't say,

Don't tell mama

I was sorry.

Homason.

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