Typist: Bethany I'm a little late and a little slow That seems to be how these things go. Jet lagged then ill Yet longing still To write for Bad Poetry Day. I think that's all I have to say, Except for thanks to Oz the host To his contest we offer toasts: Typist: Wilhelm If I had a hand I'd raise a glass But since I'm resting I'll raise my... Paws. And ears. Cheers! Typist: Amelia For what I truly want to express I wish I knew a proper toast Now I feel I must address Isn't toast made with bread? |
Typist: Morgan I'm staying with the nomads whileBethany's mom is away, So though I'm new to this typing thing, I do have a toast to say: Cheers! Santé! Slàinte! Lechyd da! And hip-hip-hip hooray! | Typist: Brychwyn All the best to you and yours With cups raised to the sky. Wait. I think that I meant raised ears For none are bigger than mine! |
We have some travel tales in store.
We're just waiting for bodies and brains to recover,
From the craziness that has been our summer.
Fortunately this bad poetry post, reminds us everyone
That we've missed our blog and friends- it's just so, so much fun!