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
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7 comments:

  1. Maddy1:40 PM

    Wit and whimsy!

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  2. MamaGeek @ Works For Us2:03 PM

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

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  3. Marie Louise2:48 PM

    Is this poem about me - I have three girls!

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  4. Cliff7:34 PM

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

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  5. Woman in a Window10:33 PM

    HA! Funny, funny man!

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  6. Texas Travelers1:42 AM

    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

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  7. Leslie:5:07 AM

    good one - I, too, have 2 daughters.

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