Not a blogger was blogging, not even a Ma
The posts were stopped after the birthday not doubt,
In hopes that new posts soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Dad in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long summer’s nap.
His eyes-how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The posts were stopped after the birthday not doubt,
In hopes that new posts soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and Dad in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long summer’s nap.
His eyes-how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen post
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature post, a simple remider.
2 comments:
HAHAHA!! "breast of the new-fallen post" !!! :)
I've been told! But now I have another dilemna. Can't find my cord to get pictures on here. So have to do some searching. Hope to have success and will post later today, hopefully. And the other dilemna is how to get pictures and words in right order. Didn't figure that one out yet either.
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