Ode to the Puff
You who are so sweet and fair...
I see you sitting there
without a care
without a cal-o-rie.
When plopped on my tongue
you melt till you're none
ten seconds of fun
diddle dee!
Wherever I stroll
I must have a bowl
else mom pay the toll
mightily!
I can't get enough
please give me a puff
or else I'll get rough
speedily!
For Mason and Smith...who love puffs, from Mom.
4 comments:
i sure love you, dork!
You're right...your brain has turned to mush! (Maybe that's why I feel like I understood the poem so well!)
minds as mushy as a mouthful of puffs! how's that lap quilt coming along :)
Laurie and Kayla thought you had lost it...then i explained the magic of "Puffs"
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