Here in Blogland, on February 2nd, it is customary to post a poem in honor of the patron saint somebody of poetry. In my entire life, I have only ever committed one poem to memory. Here goes:
There's too many kids in this tub
There's too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I'm sure wasn't mine
There's too many kids in this tub.
Thank you Shel Silverstein. These words have been rolling around in my head for many years and I actually find it strange how many times I call upon them to entertain me when I should be thinking of something important. And please excuse my lack of a photo in this post. Anything appropriate may cause the FBI to show up at my door.
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I think you just infringed a copyright.
ReplyDeleteAm I going to jail?
ReplyDeleteI have done worse things.
Please be careful, if you get sent to the big house who will finish my sister in law's smoke rings? As cold as it's been, I have absolutely loved mine for my morning walks with Lilly. It's funny how attached I've become to that thing.
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