I'm a little stew pot short and stout,
Mama's little helper brought me out.
Damp cloth underneath me, what's that about?
Just pick me up and hear Mom shout: Aaaaauuugh!
Mama's little helper brought me out.
Damp cloth underneath me, what's that about?
Just pick me up and hear Mom shout: Aaaaauuugh!
5 comments:
Oh no!!!!! Are you do for a new table too?! LOVE the poem. BTW. Thanks for the sweet compliment the other night. Your looking pretty good yourself!!! I could tell you've been going to the gym. When you gave me a hug I could tell that you are getting buffed!!!
Alas, no the table is pretty new, we only got it last year! Thanks for the compliments! That makes me feel good :)
Ah, the poetry of motherhood. We should compile a book.
That is so sad. You waited quite a while for the perfect table. That stinks.
Well, you were going to resurface your hardwood floors anyway...just take the sander atop and call it good.
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