Terrible Poetry Mondays

In an attempt to improve my mood, I am starting a new tradition.  It is terrible poetry Monday.  Please feel free to share your terrible poetry with the world.  Stay tuned for a variety of terrible poetry composed by me.  You will enjoy a variety of forms, but today I open with this:

T’was in the fair city of London,

That I rested my poor little bunion.

I open my sack,

And cried “Look at that!”

And took out the world’s largest onion.



About mcwhclan

Mom of two, student, wife, daughter... where does one keep all these hats?
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One Response to Terrible Poetry Mondays

  1. Christina says:

    Just saying hi just found your blog through your twitter via Redneck Mommy’s. You are the first Mommy’g blogger that I have come across that has also sharred their story about the condition that took your daughter’s and my son’s life.
    Thank you for making me not feel so alone.

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