Saturday, February 2, 2008

Cold, Wet, Dreary Saturday

Hi all,
It's a disguisting day here (weather wise), so I thought I would write a poem to cheer myself up. Here goes:

Oh the weather is awful, awful
So I sit inside my home
Writing poems to all my family
From Buffalo to Rome
Oh the weather is awful, awful
So I'll sit right in this chair
And I will keep on writing
Until the weather's fair
Oh the weather is awful, awful
But I keep typing away
The weather is not nice enough
To go outside today!

Well that didn't help cheer me up at all. Too bad. Catch you guys later.
Joe

4 comments:

Rebz said...

Your poetic skills seem to have been strongly influenced by Jack Prelutsky. You really are a great talent- thanks for sharing.
XOXO
~Joce

Rebz said...

Also- nice chicken.

dad said...

Can't understand why dad has two blogspots! But anyways, someday I look forward to my own personal poem from our future Hemingway! love mom

dad said...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If that is a great poem
I'll eat my shoe