Wednesday morning, nothing to do,
so I thought I’d sit down and write to you.

You being anyone, who’ll read this blog,
You, maybe no one, or even a frog.

Wow, I just realized I wrote about a frog.
I must be a loser, I wish I were a bump on a log.

How embarassing to write about a frog,
or for that matter, about a bump on a log.

I’m just gonna go now, before I look like a fool.
Oops, too late, for including this—-

I’m very uncool…


if Palin where my mom:

hey government!