And now a word about Hershey ....

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