I’ve got somethin’ to say
bout Bad Poetry Day
Listen and hear
it’s August 18 every year
Give it a try
don’t be shy
See if you can be
a worse poet than me
Do your best
to do your baddest
Try as you might
I know I am right
Fer sure I know
I’ll win best in show
Which will be no surprise
since no one else wants to win this prize
Teddy is sooooo embarrassed that his mama wrote this
and actually posted it for the world to see.
Supposedly the day of the week you were born gives an
indication of your character and future.
There is a nursery rhyme about the day you were born.
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good in every way.
In our house it is the potty.
What do you call it?
This reminds me…when I was young and dating I dated a guy that I thought… maybe… was married.
He said quite passionately, profusely, and convincingly he was not married.
Then one evening we were leaving my apartment to go to dinner and he asked me if I had to go potty before we left.
I asked him how many kids he had and did his wife know where he was.
He left, without me, and never came back.
I am thankful for his use of euphemisms.
Today, I think this will do for Two Shoes Tuesday prompts, fast or smile,
and it tells you something about me,too.