Admit it, you’ve wondered at least one time if this is possible.
Dribble Donald
Dribble Donald had it bad:
Lips with holes, how very sad.
Every sip or slurp or squirt
Ended up on Donald’s shirt.
“How… how… how…?” he’d think and think,
“Will I ever get a drink?”
“Guess I’ll learn, I must suppose,
“How to swallow through my nose.”
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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