Twas 3 days before Christmasand with dawns early light.
The snow started falling
all fluffy and white.
I was busy this morning
and the day seemed a blur.
Early afternoon came
I felt chilled, I thought brrrr.
I slipped into bed
to read and get warm.
I dozed off to sleep,
but awoke with alarm.
I ran to the door to see
what ruined my dream.
There stood good neighbor Bob
with his new snowblowing machine.
8 comments:
love the picture of Bob or should I say "Mr. Adams"?
I'm so impressed with your rymthing words!
Jean you crack me up! This was awesome.
Very creative Jean! I love the poem:) Good old BOB!!!!!!!
You took the picture of Bob in action, you posted it on your blog and then wrote a clever poem...........YOU ARE A JEANEOUS!!!!
I called Marilyn and told her how to get on the blog. She called back in a few minutes laughing. She said they all enjoyed it and Bob had a good laugh.
Didn't know you were such a great poet. Bob has to be a pretty great neighbor also. Lowry
Jean This was so funny Clark is still laughing. I have not looked at your blog in a log time. It looks great!!!
No banana bread recipe so I will find my phone and hope your home. Santa wants some hot banana muffins so I need to get cooking...
sideshow Bob never sleeps!!!
Dickens just rolled over in his grave...
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