Poems ✍️
  23.06.2025
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Author: Jack Prelutsky

Suzanna socked me Sunday

Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday, too,
she also socked me Tuesday,
I was turning black and blue.

She socked me double Wednesday,
and Thursday even more,
but when she socked me Friday,
she began to get me sore.

"Enough's enough," I yelled at her,
"I hate it when you hit me!"
"Well, then I won't" Suzanna said—
that Saturday, she bit me.


  humor Repetition absurdity mischief

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