So this is what I came up with for Spit...Honestly, it's a silly theme
16. Spit
There was a young lad,
Who used to spit on his Dad.
The kid’s Father got mad,
Told the boy it was bad
But the brat just laughed like he was glad.
For the past ten years I have written long stories and short tales, keeping them locked away in note books and on computer files, never letting them see the light of day for fear of rejection and criticism. But no more! Here on this blog I will upload what I write and fear nothing! (Except spiders. I fear spiders still.)
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