"Poetry is like
a nice big quilt,
with words
and pictures,
pieced together."
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Bob
Bob, Bob. Was a slob. Would crash and bang. Spoke slang. Never washed. Mud sloshed. Got gross. Most. But one day... Used soap. Would not lope. Spoke prose. Blew his nose. Was nice. To mice.
Very funny, Poem Girl. I'll have to tell Daddy's friend Bob about this one!
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