Monday, May 23, 2011

A Poem Written For Me! by Logan (my nephew)

there once was a aunt named ruth
who once kissed a man in a kissing booth
then when they kissed
she tryed to slap him and missed
but at the end just lost a tooth


greenolive said...

See? I told you to stay away from those kissing booths. When will you ever learn?

okeydokeyifine said...

So Logan thinks he's a poet.
I think he should sit in a bo-at.
He could float down the stream
till we heard him scream.
Then we'd tell him he's in a mo-at.

Ruthykins said...