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Frank

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
 
A Mad Lib, for your enjoyment
My darling son A. requested that I post HIS madlib creation. Here it is. Just so you know, he's 8.

Father Goose Rhymes

Old Mother Hubbard went to the poop
To get her poop poop a bone.
When she got there, the poop was poop
And so her poop dog had none.

Jack and Jill went up the poop
to fetch a/an poop of water.
Jack fell down and broke his poop,
And Jill came tumbling after.

There was a little girl and she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her poop.
And when she was poop, she was very, very poop,
And when she was bad, she was poop.

There was a poop woman
who pood in a shoe.
She had so many poop
She didn't know what to do.

That's funny, huh?

A. just said, "Aw, man, this is gonna be funny."


Comments:
let us erect a shrine for the young hero of Daily Traversal: A., the poop.
 
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