Counting Toes
I found myself once in a quandary,
biding time by doing laundry.
I stopped to count my digits wiggling,
then I sort of started giggling.
Five on one and on the other
—unless you have an uncle-brother.
biding time by doing laundry.
I stopped to count my digits wiggling,
then I sort of started giggling.
Five on one and on the other
—unless you have an uncle-brother.
posted by Lessel Peeper at
9:41 AM
5 Comments:
Nice poem. Did you write that one yourself?
By
Sister Pottymouth, at 10:56 AM
Of course. :-)
By
Lessel Peeper, at 2:12 PM
So when are you going to publish another blog? I'm thinking maybe something about your perfect, always right, sister and her fabulous hubby would be good.
By
Sister Pottymouth, at 3:19 PM
I like it. If you're a poet, did you always know it?
By
Suzie Petunia, at 5:57 PM
Yes, I guess.
By
Lessel Peeper, at 10:07 AM
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