I don’t understand poetry. I never have. I’m not putting it down as an artform, I just seriously can’t read and understand it. Except Shel Silverstein. He’s cool. But I wanted to do something different from my usual random family stuff. So here’s a limerick I wrote on the way home from work yesterday:

There was a babe from Minnesota

Who wanted to try some orange soda

The syrup went down

The bubbles came up

And her face is now wrinkled like Yoda.


3 Responses

  1. word. me gusta.

  2. Bravo! Bravo! *finger snapping*

  3. I will give you a dollar and a photo of my kitties if you write a poem about xmas cookies. Just kidding on the kittie bit. But not the dollar!

    Blog, my luv, blog!

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