December 31, 2007 at 3:02 pm
Glad you liked it! After hitting "publish" it hit me that I might be altering the affect of the lovely picture!
Olivia Joy says
December 31, 2007 at 1:54 am
Abigail, you are a poet!I thoroughly enjoyed it!You really should get a blog!
December 31, 2007 at 1:13 am
I am astonished.
December 30, 2007 at 10:11 pm
Longingly he looked out at the cold."Have I no choice but to bake in this sun and grow old?"He wondered with sadness.What had come over his owner, some madness?She'd left him in the hot hot sun!He was dreadfully overheated with no where to run!Or had he?Maybe, just maybe…He peeked over the edge of the bowlAnd very cautiously stoleA hesitant, cautious glance at what lay below.The table surface was not that far a drop! He cried, "I shall go!""Nay!" "Stay!" cried his friends one and allBut he heeded them not: he was not afraid of a fall.He shook hands with his friends who finally wished him well;Then he hurled himself over the edge and as he fellHe felt very brave.His name was Dave.He didn't strike the surface very hardIt merely shook him and jarredHis teeth.He deserved a wreath.He cast off his old orange top coat,He hopes someone will feed it to a goat.He found a way outside and he's finally happy.He got married and has lots of young'uns who call him 'pappy'.He wrote a book on conquering heat,and was complimented by lord Beat.
He lived happily ever after.On top of a rafter. Not really, I just could think of another rhyme.He'll probably tell his grand-children how once upon a time…
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