Once there was a woman who had five uninvited guests
Upon her cheek, chin, jaw and nose they did decide to rest.
You see that very week she put chocolate in her banana bread
Feeling all bakery like, the gooey treat went to her head.
It wasn’t enough to bake one batch or even two or three
This little baking sprite had to quadruple the recipe.
One bite for me, one for you, then two more bites for me
She danced about with her spatula singing so happily.
She ate and ate and then scooted to bed feeling very full
That’s when a zit and four of its friends thought her face looked too dull.
So they all moved in got under her skin and puffed right up
Now her complexion is bad and she’s down in the dumps.
So what would the moral of this silly little story be?
Throw your rotten bananas away to avoid this misery!
Now a note to the sweetest woman on the planet who called me gorgeous on the very day that I had reason to write this horrid poem:
To: Cindy from Still His Girl blog.
If I could sing, I’d write you a song.
If I could dance, I’d do a jig just for you.
If I could buy the moon, I’d put you in the spot light.
If I could bake you bread without eating too much myself, I’d send some your way.
But since I can’t do any of these things…
I’ll simply blog a heart felt thank you for your kind, kind words of encouragement!
Now, if any of you have any magic remedies for getting rid of blemishes (my mom would rather me call them this and since I’ve already broken the no red meat and no spray Pam rules this week, I better honor her wishes to call zits blemishes) please post your best ones in the comments below.
Me and My five unwanted face friends send you sweet smiles-
Upon her cheek, chin, jaw and nose they did decide to rest.
You see that very week she put chocolate in her banana bread
Feeling all bakery like, the gooey treat went to her head.
It wasn’t enough to bake one batch or even two or three
This little baking sprite had to quadruple the recipe.
One bite for me, one for you, then two more bites for me
She danced about with her spatula singing so happily.
She ate and ate and then scooted to bed feeling very full
That’s when a zit and four of its friends thought her face looked too dull.
So they all moved in got under her skin and puffed right up
Now her complexion is bad and she’s down in the dumps.
So what would the moral of this silly little story be?
Throw your rotten bananas away to avoid this misery!
Now a note to the sweetest woman on the planet who called me gorgeous on the very day that I had reason to write this horrid poem:
To: Cindy from Still His Girl blog.
If I could sing, I’d write you a song.
If I could dance, I’d do a jig just for you.
If I could buy the moon, I’d put you in the spot light.
If I could bake you bread without eating too much myself, I’d send some your way.
But since I can’t do any of these things…
I’ll simply blog a heart felt thank you for your kind, kind words of encouragement!
Now, if any of you have any magic remedies for getting rid of blemishes (my mom would rather me call them this and since I’ve already broken the no red meat and no spray Pam rules this week, I better honor her wishes to call zits blemishes) please post your best ones in the comments below.
Me and My five unwanted face friends send you sweet smiles-
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