A Poem for Tuesday

The weather has been freakishly unseasonable here — in the warm way.  My fellow Minnesotans say they love it!  Now while I agree it’s nice that it’s not unseasonably cold, there something a little strange about to remove your Birkenstock because there’s a dead leaf stuck in it.

Here’s a pumpkin poem that made me chuckle. Shake your stems, friends and loved ones.

Pumpkin poem

When all the cows were sleeping
And the sun had gone to bed,
Up jumped the pumpkin,
And this is what he said:

I’m a dingle dangle pumpkin
With a flippy floppy hat.
I can shake my stem like this,
And shake my vine like that.


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