Dear Spike's friends:
Time for the next edition of our irregular DearSpike.com 'Spiku' contest.
You know the rules: Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.
Top entries go to a vote of the people. Winner gets something neat-o.
Today's subject: bodily fluids.
Love, Spike's dad
Dear Spike:
You're blowing bubbles.
Snot bubbles, that is. Oh my,
How my life has changed.
Love,
dad
7 comments:
From Spike's Mom:
Beautiful picnic.
Projectile on large quilt.
Time to go home now.
Every morning you
Open your mouth for a long
Drink of mama's milk
Haha! Annie blew a big one the other day and I watched her as she spent ages trying to poke it! and yes, this is what life has become...
Ok, contestants, I know it's a potentially gross topic, but let's get on it. Right now I'm competing against Spike's mom, and even though she's clearly beating me, it's awkward.
(I can do a pretty gross one about mouth injuries and blood if it would help.)
=)
Dirty Potomac
Reminds me of your poo-poo
And George W
Dirty Potomac
Reminds me of your poo-poo
And George W
OOh, it's not too late, is it?
Never saw poop fly
Through the air! Hitting the wall!
Better than Pollock.
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