Oh Chelsea, must you go? Yes! We all need breaks! I look forward to when you are back. So for the last in a while, I will endeavor to write the worst poem ever! ( I know nothing of hitchhiking or petunias.)
Roses are black, I mean petunias
Because they lack, attendance at funerals
Hey! There’s a hitchhiker holding petunias
Is he going to a funeral?
The end (of someone)
So Chelsea decided to mix it up. This week she wants a caption for the follow photo.
But – I think it is obvious what is going on here…. they are crying for mommy!!
😩 Wah 😩 wah 😩 Where’s mommy?
So we said goodbye to Terrible and usher in Hilarity. The topic for this weeks contest is birds.
There once was a bird who was seen
Hopping about on the green
He hopped on the feeder
And pooped on the weeder
The bird is no more he’s been creamed
~RuthScribbles aka RuthKlein