Wednesday, October 22, 2014



clearly mistaken, it’s nearly dark.
barking up the wrong tree,
There’s nothing to grab, not even scaly bark.

Skipping rope on the playground in teams of three,
more meaningful than
a sweet tooth skipping meals for jelly beans.

Clean with diligence, clean with a noble mop.
When times get tough, do not wallow,
muddy footsteps reveal an oinking pork chop.


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