August 8, 2012

August 8, 2012

Thursday, October 11, 2012

A poem for gloves



We took the boy to the farm and home store,
Where they had gloves and gloves galore!

He thought this pair looked really cool.
And with them, he can wield any tool.

They fit his hands nice and snug,
And keep them clean when smashing a bug.

Next on the list, he needs a pair of boots,
But, being a cowboy is not in his roots.

We'll get him converted to our country ways,
Before he goes back to Ger-ma-nay!

:)

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