A Puddle of Fun


	A Puddle of Fun The rain has finally stopped the sun is poking through, We both know what it is that we must do. Take off our shoes and socks to keep them clean and dry, Find a puddle of water left by the cloudy sky. Let’s roll our pants legs up as deeper the water goes, For we’re hoping to find some mud to squish between our toes. Too soon our fun is over mom has called us in, She had our bath water running she knew just where we had been. JRS (©) 4-02-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved