Matt Daniels Poet Rhyme

O' My

O' my O' my O' my,
No honey this just will not fly!

Wither down to the slip,
There she' go, on her hip.

Those heels did no deed,
Other than her nose to bleed.

O' my O' my O' my,
Find a'other way to somehow sly!

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Dan Kearley January 14, 2013 at 7:12 PM Ha,ha...Hey sweety. I think your missing "make" in there....What a cute poem. ;o) Matt Daniels January 15, 2013 at 7:42 AM No I meant to do that!! Figured I'd mix up the words and throw some out and some in and what not. & Thank you!(:

David Fisher January 14, 2013 at 6:21 PM Oh my, that was a good story. Matt Daniels January 15, 2013 at 7:42 AM Well thankya