Here I am again dear friends
writing you with rhymes.
My life is so mundane and boring
I do nothing novel with my time.
So Mom decided one day to make a poem,
so her brain would be a little challenged.
She doesn't do suduko puzzles like her Dad;
she thought this was something she could manage.
Some of you have asked about Hershey.
I believe he is as fine as a dog can be.
I know he hasn't blogged in quite a bit,
and of course he hasn't written to me.
I think his baby sister
is taking up his Mother's time
as babies have a tendency to do.
You know, they play and they eat ..... they whine.
Maybe a rescue mission is in order,
we could all go up and see the bore.
We could let him know we miss his tales,
and wish he'd blog some more .
Now I hope he forgives me
for calling him a name.
I hope he know it's only
because my rhyming is a game.
Hershey, I love you buddy. Your friend, Copper