There once was a grandson named Evan
Whose wit I adore, oh my heaven
But the only word I can find
That will now rhyme
Is that his age is much greater than seven
There once was a son we call Tag
Now I really don't like to brag
But his wit is so charmin'
I don't feel no harm in
Sounding perhaps like a drag
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3 comments:
You are so taleted those are so fun to read. I can't wait until the next one. Martha
Not too bad. It is about time you added more. Keep it up.
:)
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