Flag Maker Betsy Ross

It is said the first flag maker was Ms. Betsy Ross
Was also said she could do well with some dental floss
As one can imagine twas because she ran out of thread
She forgot to order it because she didn't take her meds




Battle Of The Clerihew---Contest Of P.D.
Written By: Carol Brown
6th Place Winner
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Amato Avatar
July 15, 2019 at 10:27 PM
Hi Carol, It has been along time. You have so many wonderful poems. Flag Maker Betsy Ross poem is fun and refreshing. Thank you for writing and sharing your poems. Tamra
Merryman Avatar
January 29, 2012 at 3:27 PM
Congrats on your win, Carol! Funny write. Love, Kim
Sweetheart Avatar
January 28, 2012 at 9:20 AM
congrats Carol on an awesome win .. so liked this piece when first read.. nice idea to do one on Betsy Ross luv..
Dietrich Avatar
January 27, 2012 at 8:08 PM
I really liked yours, CArol and am glad to see it here on the winners' list. Congrats, my friend.
Williams Avatar
January 27, 2012 at 8:43 AM
Carol congrats on your win, David
Brown Avatar
January 27, 2012 at 7:14 AM
Thank you P.D. for the placement and to everyone for your comments. Love, Carol
A   Avatar
January 27, 2012 at 1:03 AM
CAROL, CONGRATULATIONS with your wonderful win in my contest* hugs ;-)~p.d
Sweetheart Avatar
January 26, 2012 at 9:10 AM
haha.. what a great Clerihew Carol.. so glad we all joined in the fun on PS.. thankxx so very much for my win and placemenmt.. PS is a super special place for us all.. and poets like u make it ultra special my friend.. luv..
Song Avatar
January 26, 2012 at 6:15 AM
So SHE WAS THE ONE WHO INVENTED DENTAL FLOSS! Oh, I get it!! Great idea, Carols. I bet Bob was slapping his leg over this one..the more insight into the person's soul, the better the clerihew. Great job here. Love, GWendolen
Culverhouse Avatar
January 23, 2012 at 8:06 PM
funny!! enoyed reading your work today!!
Johnson Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 3:41 PM
Cousin to the Barbara Frietche? who hung the stars n stripes, Rebel host weren't glad to meet her, an officer stopped their gripe... who touches a hair....
Ball Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 12:58 PM
This one is funny Carol. Hope Betsy don't mind. God Blesss, JB
Burns Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 10:53 AM
Let's see Meds, Flags, Dental Floss (Funny) What kind of med was it? I guess she could have done it faster with a med... Now the teeth had the thread in them because she used them for sissors... I get it... Good show!
Collins Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 10:52 AM
Carol -- I am laughing so hard. You make my day. love, Kathy P.S. What's a clerihew? Whatever it is, this is a good one.
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January 19, 2012 at 10:18 AM
Still I don't know about Ms. Betsy Ross, but it's sure if a patient does not take medicine in time, he or she forgets and run out of thread. Lovely penned my friend, Thanks for your wishes, bl
Nair Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 9:17 AM
witty write ...the way it is penned makes it a little more attractive, luv, jag
M V Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 8:08 AM
This is skillfully penned,Carol.Thank you for congrats.
Brown Avatar
January 19, 2012 at 6:49 AM
Nice poem, its very aethetic
Dietrich Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 10:04 PM
haha, Those first two lines were a really cute image. Betsy with floss not yet invented! Glad to see you doing the clerihew battle, CArol. COOL
A   Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 8:21 PM
Carol, you just made me smile... imagine dental floss at hand... you are way to xool...always,..p.d.
Horne Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 3:06 PM
LOL, I love this witty piece, Carol.
Bombardieri Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 11:53 AM
Haha! Don't you hate it when that (forgetting to take your meds) happens;) Enjoyed your poem! D
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