That was beautiful..and yes I do.
Couldn't you find anything to rhyme with pelosi?
It wasn't the kind that rhymes. It's the kind that makes you all philosophical like.
Not around here there's not.;-)
the kangaroo was out there for two days, finally someone took it away.
I want to live in your country jean knee but with live kangroos instead of dead.
Here is my poem:My skin is itchy. I wonder if there are apples in the kitchen.
rosy, cosy, dozy, mosey, "no, see!", "go see"...
All poetry should rhyme, otherwise how can you tell it's a poem?I wonder, since my skin is itchin'if there's any apples in the kitchen.
you can tell it's a poem if it touches you deep in your heart like Bee's poem did just now.awesome work Bee
Are you sure that wasn't indigestion from a kangeroo burger?
that poor kangaroo was from a rescue I'm sure. We don't eat them here although I'm sure they are tasty, that thing was huge.
Bee, have you noticed Brian always showing off his poetry prowess? Do you think he's trying to compensate for, uhhh, something?
Holy crap, Brian! That's some great rhyming skills!jean knee, you and I get each other cuz we're both on the other side of sane.
You're suffering from Aeneas envy, Jean Knee...
Ha ha ha! Anus envy!!!
I just spewed my anemic decaf hot tea just now
Does a stripper have boobs if there's nobody there to see them?
of course not. Just like I don't have a big ass when there's no one there to see it
Me and my hot bod agree with you!
A dead kangaroo in Texas? It was probably culture shock.They eat them in Australia -- and they are not tasty.
I thought you lived in the US.What other fibs have you told us Jean Knee?!?
BTW, I told my husband about your plate stealing adventure.I messed it all up. *Sigh*Now you're gonna have to fix it when we come visit you.Sorry.
I love you, and I just plagiarized your poem on Facebook. Thought you'd want to know.
That was beautiful..and yes I do.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't you find anything to rhyme with pelosi?
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't the kind that rhymes. It's the kind that makes you all philosophical like.
ReplyDeleteNot around here there's not.
ReplyDelete;-)
the kangaroo was out there for two days, finally someone took it away.
ReplyDeleteI want to live in your country jean knee but with live kangroos instead of dead.
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem:
ReplyDeleteMy skin is itchy. I wonder if there are apples in the kitchen.
rosy, cosy, dozy, mosey, "no, see!", "go see"...
ReplyDeleteAll poetry should rhyme, otherwise how can you tell it's a poem?
ReplyDeleteI wonder, since my skin is itchin'
if there's any apples in the kitchen.
you can tell it's a poem if it touches you deep in your heart like Bee's poem did just now.
ReplyDeleteawesome work Bee
Are you sure that wasn't indigestion from a kangeroo burger?
ReplyDeletethat poor kangaroo was from a rescue I'm sure. We don't eat them here although I'm sure they are tasty, that thing was huge.
ReplyDeleteBee, have you noticed Brian always showing off his poetry prowess? Do you think he's trying to compensate for, uhhh, something?
ReplyDeleteHoly crap, Brian! That's some great rhyming skills!
ReplyDeletejean knee, you and I get each other cuz we're both on the other side of sane.
You're suffering from Aeneas envy, Jean Knee...
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! Anus envy!!!
ReplyDeleteI just spewed my anemic decaf hot tea just now
ReplyDeleteDoes a stripper have boobs if there's nobody there to see them?
ReplyDeleteof course not. Just like I don't have a big ass when there's no one there to see it
ReplyDeleteMe and my hot bod agree with you!
ReplyDeleteA dead kangaroo in Texas? It was probably culture shock.
ReplyDeleteThey eat them in Australia -- and they are not tasty.
I thought you lived in the US.
ReplyDeleteWhat other fibs have you told us Jean Knee?!?
BTW, I told my husband about your plate stealing adventure.
ReplyDeleteI messed it all up. *Sigh*
Now you're gonna have to fix it when we come visit you.
Sorry.
I love you, and I just plagiarized your poem on Facebook.
ReplyDeleteThought you'd want to know.