Monday, August 25, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Josephine Joyce had no choice
When it came to daughters
Each time at the brink, she'd think of pink
Whenever she broke her waters

7 comments:

Maddy said...

Wit and whimsy!

MamaGeek said...

What Maddy said. And me thinks I agree with her. :)

Marie Louise said...

Is this poem about me - I have three girls!

74WIXYgrad said...

Our first two were girls
The second had curls
The third was a boy
But all three brought us joy

womaninawindow said...

HA! Funny, funny man!

Texas Travelers said...

Great verse, maybe terse.

I am ashamed to admit, I misplaced the e-mail you sent on the roast. My brother made a current photo of Martha and I this weekend.

If you will re-send the questions, we would be honored to participate.

Come visit anytime,
Troy and Martha

leslie said...

good one - I, too, have 2 daughters.