It is windy.
It is cold.
I see more snow than I can behold.
I stay indoors
I don't go out.
I need something to do, no doubt!
I made this soup.
I love the spice.
I love it more than your fried rice.
I stole this soup.
From someone so dear.
I stole it while she turned her rear.
This story's true.
I tell no lie.
This soup is great, even with rye.
Love, Linds
3 comments:
What a cute little poem. The soup you made looks yummy. I love soup on cold wintery days.
I just posted what could very possibly be the best blog I have ever done. I really wish you were on so I could tell you to read it so you could tell me how great it is...sigh...I guess I will have to wait.
Thank you for everything today. It was tough. But...tomorrow is a new day!
BTW...you have the CUTEST blog header in the whole entire wurld!
Love, Shanna
I love your poem you are so dang creative:)
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