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Yup!I was going to just leave it at that because I loved your poem and thought it said it all...... but obviously I've said a little more. LOL
Ha-ha! Very clever poem.
yes, and yes. All I can think of is that the noodle doodle can be blamed by Dr Suess' poodle.I have no idea what I just wrote.
Ever see a gynecologistWho knew a cosmetologistEver meet a veterinarianWho was a vegetarianCliff note: Thank goodness for spell check
Oiy, leave me out of it!
Did you ever meet an engineerwho doesn't have a lot of gear.
Ever meet someone on-lineand think they're really fine?I once met a lady Bloggerbut I didn't want to snog her.
This is one of my favorite of your verses!!Very cute!Hope all is well!Linda
ever take a fancy to a girl named nancyand discover once under cover that nancy doesnt fancy you?:-Daryl
My dad's a psychiatrist, and we grew up talking about our feelings. All the damn time.
Have you ever met a bloggerwho ran out of fodder?groan.
Yeah, I've met that kind of shrink. Mine. Sometimes, he's just plain stumped. Did you ever meet a teacherBut you couldn't quite reach her?(Okay, I'll leave the rhymes to you.)
No, and no!
Now this one is good!
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Yup!
I was going to just leave it at that because I loved your poem and thought it said it all...... but obviously I've said a little more. LOL
Ha-ha! Very clever poem.
yes, and yes.
All I can think of is that the noodle doodle can be blamed by Dr Suess' poodle.
I have no idea what I just wrote.
Ever see a gynecologist
Who knew a cosmetologist
Ever meet a veterinarian
Who was a vegetarian
Cliff note: Thank goodness for spell check
Oiy, leave me out of it!
Did you ever meet an engineer
who doesn't have a lot of gear.
Ever meet someone on-line
and think they're really fine?
I once met a lady Blogger
but I didn't want to snog her.
This is one of my favorite of your verses!!
Very cute!
Hope all is well!
Linda
ever take a fancy
to a girl named nancy
and discover
once under cover
that nancy
doesnt fancy you?
:-Daryl
My dad's a psychiatrist, and we grew up talking about our feelings. All the damn time.
Have you ever met a blogger
who ran out of fodder?
groan.
Yeah, I've met that kind of shrink. Mine. Sometimes, he's just plain stumped.
Did you ever meet a teacher
But you couldn't quite reach her?
(Okay, I'll leave the rhymes to you.)
No, and no!
Now this one is good!
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