There once was a Sherpa named Grover:
A mountaineer and a yak drover.
He sat on his yak
But the yak hunched its back
And pitched drover Grover right over!
An intrepid trekker named Wes
Chose a trail fork by means of 'best guess'.
It soon started snowing,
An icy wind blowing;
Quoth Wes: "What a miserable mess!"
A mountaineer and a yak drover.
He sat on his yak
But the yak hunched its back
And pitched drover Grover right over!
An intrepid trekker named Wes
Chose a trail fork by means of 'best guess'.
It soon started snowing,
An icy wind blowing;
Quoth Wes: "What a miserable mess!"
5 comments:
Greg, my class is working on poems - limericks in particular. I will have to show them yours.
Hey guys, found you from Rachel, who I found leaving comments on my old roommate's blog.
Hello in blogland!
Nice work, Greg! It's good to know you picked stuff up at BYU that will be helpful to your children! Watch out for those yaks! Very cute musings.
Love ya,
Christie
Hello, great to get back in touch, you have a beautiful family, don't you just love how the blog world works.
those are awesome! especially the yak one
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