I'M NOT OLD
I really do hope to return to regular blog posts. It's been a very unusual school year.Here's something funny I found on a piece of paper in our house. No telling where it came from.
I'M NOT OLD
I woke up,
I lifted my arms,
I moved my knees,
I turned my neck . . . .
Everything made the same noise:
'CrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccK!'
. . . I came to a conclusion:
I am not old,
I am crispy!
1 Comments:
That is such a neat little poem! I'll have to remember that for when I get old.
-Christina
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