Chuckling, a sedoka
I’m on daddy’s knee.
His big hands around my waist.
His fingers tickling my sides.
I try to escape,
but that will never happen.
I cackle and howl.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Chuckling, a sedoka
I’m on daddy’s knee.
His big hands around my waist.
His fingers tickling my sides.
I try to escape,
but that will never happen.
I cackle and howl.
I enjoyed this sedoka — a form I’ve yet to try. This is a great example.