Sunday, August 1, 2010

Full of It

Mom says that I’m “full of it.”
I don’t know what that means.
I went and asked my grandpa,
And he said I’m full of beans.

I asked him where the beans came from,
And why they’re in my guts.
He chuckled once and shook his head,
And told me I was nuts.

I didn’t get that either,
So I went and asked my nanas.
I said, “How come I’m made of nuts?”
They said I was bananas.

I guess the “it” I’m full of
Must be beans and nuts and fruit.
But when I told this to my dad,
He said, “You’re full of cute!

So now I’m all confused again.
What are they trying to pull?
And why do I still have to eat
My peas if I’m so full?!

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