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He didn’t want to put on shoes. He didn’t want a sweater. He didn’t want to read a book. He didn’t like the weather.
He didn’t want to go outside. He didn’t want to play.
He didn’t want to take a walk. He didn’t want to stay.
He didn’t want to sit on lap. He didn’t want his chair. He didn’t want to play with blocks. He didn’t want his bear.
He never liked this yogurt. He never liked bananas. He never even wore this shirt. He hated these pajamas.
He didn’t want to take a bath. He hated Yellow Ducky. He didn’t want to wash his hands. The shampoo smelled yucky.
He didn’t like his bedroom. He didn’t like this bed.
He didn’t like this towel. The brush bothered his head.
A Cranky Monkey day to be
In Mama’s arms instead.
For The Daily Post
Na'ama Yehuda 
Kids, got to love them.☺
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Totally! 🙂
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Oh boy, I remember those days. If I cut a sandwich into squares it was wrong because it had to be triangles.
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🙂 Yeah, sometimes it is just nothing-feels-right-day, eh? 🙂
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One of your very best poems, I think! Love it! Perhaps a book of poems is in order?
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Aww.. I’m so glad you liked it. It was fun to write! A book of poems, eh? Maybe one day, but it will have to stand in line … 🙂 Hugs my friend!
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Beautiful verse filled with truth, especially the mama’s arm. Wonderful, thanks for sharing.
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🙂 You’re welcome and … than you for your ongoing lovely comments! Happy Sunday!
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I truly enjoy your writings. When I begin to feel what you are writing the piece comes alive and becomes meaningful.
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🙂 Awww… Thank you, again! 🙂
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