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oh so sweet
i wonder if they'll do magic to my feet
cus they sure do so to my tummy
and freeeze my thumb..y
hahaha crack me up with sweeetness
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Kelly Baker Poem
The Story about Pjamas
Starts all in the warm BAhamas
See there sits a willow tree
Whom holds the wondrous key.
Pj was a chikened cat
Eatin steak made him fatt
yET one day he went to the farm
with not the slightest alarm''
soon there came a big hound dawg
who was bestfriends with a man-eatin hog
he whispered in Pj's ear
"Dear dear do not fear"
and so they went into the town
where there sat a sad sad clown
"Mr Mr clowny frown, cme bback to us a crown"
With a grin and a pen, he directed them to sit..
In a pretty piggy's pit..
They sat and sat nd watched the pretty piggy design
and soon enought a crown did c0me
little quiker then the sun
they picked it up and heaved it upon
one
the chikened catt and was awfully fatt
the crown did weigh a elephants load
and so it sowed upon the catti cats fat
the catt named pj did shed
and so it must have to dread
but the weeks passed
and the shedding did last
but finaallly July appeared
and the shedded fat formed onto the pretty piggys pink long legs
and her color did fade on top of the fat
and soon enough there wAS a pair of pink warm fuzzi pants
with buttons fell from the tree's acorns and tied upon with
the ribbons of summer
soon came along a little girl
who lacked proper sleepin wear
she found the geuine pants so petite and tried them on with a peak
she looked at herself in the mirror of the willow tree
and then found herself happy with glee
thanking the silly fat chikened catt, she
dedicated her new found outfit
fitted for night with its buttons so grand and the pinkness so pink
to that fatti cat cat who had to shed his poor fat for a months time
and so today, through machines and silk buggies, we have our pjamas as they
are called...warming us all through the night
and not letting the bed bugs bite..
surely it helps all to sleep tight
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Tuesday mornins are so crazy...
get up just to be sluggish and lazy..
you find yourself in the bathroom tryin to get ready..
while the rest of your family are holdin your teddy...
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Wakin up with a breath of sweet cool air,
On which the sounds of rain tide and tear,
Wide awake and nothing to share.
Peering out the clear glass,
I see the graceful rain simply pass,
Just as the swaying green grass.
Pull on warm leg out,
Then the other just to shout,
Too cold it is, no doubt.
Put on some cozy slippers,
With the cutest silver zippers,
I feel the power ten times the shippers.
Dress myself with fine play clothes,
Only to fall on the couch and doze,
When all of the sudden the wind arose,
Static jump,
Then a fearsome thump,
I was nothin more than a grump.
Went back to sleep,
Only to once again leap,
Hey, it's only mom in the Jeep!
Deciding to greet,
I get up to my feet,
With rhythm and a funky little beat.
But whats that outside,
No rain to abide,
I run out there and catapult down my silly kid's slide.
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Sittin around wonderin what to do,
Seems like there's only so little to chew,
Watchin the airplanes fly away
Makes you just wanna
Just wanna wanna wanna
Sittin around qonderin what to do,
Seems like everyones gone,
Somewhere someplace somewhere gone
jUST gone gone gone away
Makes ya just wannajust wana just wanna
fly...fllllyyyyy..just go
just run someplace somewhere
some town
nowhere known just wanna wanna wanna wanna..go go go away
just to relax
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