Sweating, fidgeting
Eyes downcast, cheeks burning red
Mortified we sit
Dad of 5.
Writer from Germany.
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This is wayyyy too relatable! Loved your Senryu!
Great poem! ♥️
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This is wayyyy too relatable! Loved your Senryu!
Great poem! ♥️