It was a frigid winter's day by the time Pheebs and I were on our way. The Jeep was cold but we were bold so ventured forth on this Winter's morn. With heater on and her window down we traveled ourselves through Bayfield town. Having a coffee to go with some blowing snow it was off to the countryside we did go. Puttered along at our turtle's pace with scarf around my frosty face. Pheebs paws were warm and my nose was froze when cold winds blew in and tickled her chin. Soon it was another day done and we were on our way home after having some fun and writing this poem. Tomorrow we'll go for another ride and I hope to come home with more words inside.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The composition teacher asked the class to write about an unusual event that happened during the past week. Little Johnny got up and read his essay. It began, "Daddy fell into the well last week..." "My goodness!" the teacher exclaimed. "Is he all right?" "He must be," said the boy. "He stopped yelling for help yesterday."---------------------
Wouldn't exercise be more fun if calories screamed while you burned them?
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You're a poet and you don't know it!
ReplyDeleteWords and photos!! Ha. Glad you had two nice drives two days in a row.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, keep them coming along with the gorgeous photos! Thanks Al!
ReplyDeleteYou have a way with words, Al. Mine are short and terse. 🙂
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