The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I?
Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: advice, Judith Viorst, love poetry, marriage
The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I?
Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: advice, Judith Viorst, love poetry, marriage
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: childhood, humorous poems, Judith Viorst