I know he's only 4, but if he's gonna make stuff up then so am I, 2/2/09
"A ghost bit my finger," he said
Trying not to go to bed
"That can't be," I replied
Guiding him back inside
"When ghosts bite you, they go for the head."
Posts below are from "My Life As A Doggerel" A blog of limericks I wrote each day the year I turned 40.
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