Friday, September 16, 2011
Pansy P. Petunia
We had a Relief Society meeting last night entitled Poetry and Plants. I wanted to find something from Shel Silverstein but didn't take the time to research and dig through his books. I did, however, find this little goodie. When I read it, I chuckled and chuckled and then broke out into a good laugh. I didn't have the nerve to read it in front of the group last night but my friend Miranda did. It didn't get too many laughs. I guess you have to consider the audience. Adults really don't like this type of humor (unless it is me). I would love for Amanda and Sarah to read it to the kids and post their reactions/comments on here.
PANSY P. PETUNIA
I'm Pansy P. Petunia
and I never take a shower.
There isn't any need because
I smell just like a flower.
My breath smells like forget-me-nots.
My burps smell like impatiens.
My armpits smell like daisies
and my feet smell like carnations.
But what is most impressive,
and should tickle many noses,
is if I ever "cut the cheese"
it makes me smell like roses.
But maybe I'm mistaken
and could use a bath today,
'cause everyone who smells me
holds their nose and runs away!
--Kenn Nesbitt
(I chuckled again when I just read it)
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
WHAT THE HECK???
Yesterday, James pointed out that we had a snake skin on our back patio. I got the heeby-jeebies looking at this. We said it must have been a pretty big snake. I thought I would take a picture of the skin it left behind. The skin was in two pieces, this is just one.
This morning, I am out walking Cincy and she goes up to this bush and then jumps back really quick and I see THIS!!! YUCK!! I had to take two pictures to prove it was there.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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