Thursday, November 19, 2009

Bad poetry on a sunny day


After lunch, they were sent out to play
Mom took their clothes,
they needed changing anyway

I saw the squat down
and Zane soon had found
how to tell mom
that he'd made something brown

2 comments:

Grandma said...

Don't quit your day job... Hey, at least Zane didn't paint on the patio with the present he brought you!

Nina said...

or give his poo a taste. eeew.