My dad runs across the yellow garden shouting at grandpa to stop.
Grandpa is giving me a sneaky cigarette though i am barely four.
It tastes of cinnamon.
Submitted by Danny Noble.
My dad runs across the yellow garden shouting at grandpa to stop.
Grandpa is giving me a sneaky cigarette though i am barely four.
It tastes of cinnamon.
Submitted by Danny Noble.