(but I might be biased.)
By my lovely daughter Joey.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I smell like pizza
You smell like poo
Added Note- This poem was not written for anyone in particular, just to be funny.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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I've told you guys...the smell is due to a medical condition.
Heh :) and I like the picture too.
Nice poem, I'll share it with my daughter when she comes home.
HA!
I just read that over on Kathi D's blog and about peed my pants. That is perfect. Hallmark should print cards like that!
Ahhh LOVE! My heart bursts with glee!
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