There was a book lover named Kim,
Whose outlook for the weekend seemed grim.
She made a request,
And at this bequest,
I wrote her this poem on a whim.
There was a book lover named Kim,
Whose outlook for the weekend seemed grim.
She made a request,
And at this bequest,
I wrote her this poem on a whim.
2 comments:
I almost frightened my partner half to death with my gasp of surprise and delight when I saw your little poem on Friday night... :-) You do work to keep your customers happy! :-)
Thank yooouuuuuu!!!! My brain therefore didn't explode.... :-)
Heheh... I'm glad you saw it before it was too late. Also, I should give Rusty credit for helping me with the rhyming. Left to myself, my poems go more like this:
I'm a poet /
but I don't know why.
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