He will expect one, every time you meet.
If you give my dog a cookie,
The sugar will turn him into a Wookie.
But if you give my dog a doughnut,
He'll sho' 'nough, go nuts.
Earlier I fibbed a little on my Facebook page and said I knew what I was going to write about. But I forgot what I was going to write. So here are some poems, just for you fine folks on this cold, gloomy, Hump Day.
Roses are red.
My Grandpa's shirt is blue.
The dog just farted.
Or was that you?
Do trees have knees?
No, knees belong to the bees.
But bees fly?
And then I smash them and they die.
To smash them is cruel!
But if one lands on you, you'll dance like a fool.
Roses are red.
My Grandpa's shirt is blue.
Rhyming is hard.
I like bread and butter pickles on my sammiches. Ewe.
I haven't written serious poetry since middle school. So forgive me if these aren't that great. I'm pretty proud of the first one though. And my use of the word "Ewe" in the last one. I'm not sure what female sheep have to do with anything, but it rhymed. Have a good day!
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