There once was a boy who was quick
to ask for a pop on a stick.
He once ate so many
that there were not any
and so he had nothing to lick.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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5 people like me!:
I'm going to name you poet laureate of blogging! You pop these out so fantastically!
hehe you are good. No fun running out of popcycles!
Another great Mother Goose -- I mean Mother Zebra -- rhyme!
My son doesn't get that when I make popsicles, they have to freeze for a while....
Chuckling and grinning over that one. Sounds like my little one with chocolate. Love reading your poems!
A world without popsicles is not place to be . . .
Funny!
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