Poem by Solomon and Daddy

Everything says it’s sorry to me.

If it didn’t, how upset I would be.

I’d pour lava on it if I had gloves,

If it wasn’t sorry after it shoves.

I’d put the sun on it so it could get burnt

And I’d go away to somewhere it weren’t.

If it poked me on the corner then I would kill it,

And I’d cry over milk after it spilled it.