Jeanette wished to impress me somehow She worked up some very tasty chow But there's something that she never knew That meal was impossible to chew I know it had a long life that lucky old cow
How hard it is to be a mommy who fixes the meals so its yummy Who was to know the meat was nasty its just mommy luck that the family became sassy. But it wasn't her fault she had slaved over the meal, and even added salt.
I know you didn't imply that it was her fault the meal tasted like it did, it was the meats fault but this was the only way the words rythmed. The poem was funny. I thought you did a good job. SO haha funny.
Food Jeanette fixes is delicious My little poem not malicious We could have used some caustic acid Or bought some cow that was not flaccid We were just chewing without a ruckus
Food Jeanette fixes is delicious My little poem not malicious We could have used some caustic acid Or bought some cow that was not flaccid It was chewy and nutritious.
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ha ha.
Danette,
Could you expound on your comment "ha ha"?
I am not sure what you mean. Do you mean ha ha like the boy on the Simpson's? Do you mean that was funny?
Could you maybe generate a poem that expresses what your really mean?
How hard it is to be a mommy
who fixes the meals so its yummy
Who was to know the meat was nasty
its just mommy luck that the family became sassy.
But it wasn't her fault
she had slaved over the meal, and even added salt.
I know you didn't imply that it was her fault the meal tasted like it did, it was the meats fault but this was the only way the words rythmed.
The poem was funny. I thought you did a good job. SO haha funny.
Food Jeanette fixes is delicious
My little poem not malicious
We could have used some caustic acid
Or bought some cow that was not flaccid
We were just chewing without a ruckus
Food Jeanette fixes is delicious
My little poem not malicious
We could have used some caustic acid
Or bought some cow that was not flaccid
It was chewy and nutritious.
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