Wednesday, October 10, 2007

No Baseball. Sigh.


So it's poetry time.
Ol' hounddog's a-howlin', so forlorn.
He's the laziest dog that ever was born.
He's a-howlin', cuz he's a-settin' on a thorn
and he's just too tired to move over.

4 comments:

Dad said...

And, of course, there's that old Murphy favorite:

Rose are red.
Violets are blue.
My father has a new lawnmower.
Can you swim?

Dad said...

Others?

Anonymous said...

You make an old Yankee fan laugh out loud!

Dad said...

You're not so old. Glad I can make you laugh.