Entries from November 2003 ↓

Teacher made me write a poem She said I had to make it rhyme. She gives me hard stuff all the time I wrote, “I think I’ll never see A grade as pretty as a B.” She wrote, “You’re right, you got a D!”

She knew she’d found the perfect man So she called and told her mother. She asked her mom, “What should I do Not to lose him to another?” Mom said, “Just invite him over, Make a romantic home cooked meal. He’ll see you are a homemaker That will certainly seal the deal. Next day she [...]