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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Bonny, Bumper, Bubbles, Big Heart, Brilliant and ABOMINATION.



Babies, jelly babies, may I say the most peculiar taste on this planet. (Well I don’t really know what their actual taste is, I just didn’t want to say that I don’t like them.)
One day, my father and one of my many brothers (I can’t remember which) went into the kitchen giggling away. “Hmm...” I thought to myself, then naturally wandered in. As it turns out, they were giggling helplessly about this...

Distressing, huh?

Hey! Here’s a little game!
Which one do you think is ABOMINATION? Here’s a hint, it’s not the cute little pink one in the middle (Bonny).
HYCT?*
LOL

All is well.



* HYTC means: Honestly, You Can’t Tell?

Monday, March 17, 2014

This one’s for the birds.


Tweet, tweet tweet tweet tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet. Twoo tweet tweet!
Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet, tweet tweet Twoo-o-o. Twoo tweet tweet Twoo twoo tweet, tweet twit twoo coo Twee-e-et! tweet coo twit twoo twoo twit twoo.
Tweet tweet tweet. Tweet tweet tweet. Twoo tweet. Twoo twoo tweet tweet twit twoo coo.




What I actually said was:

Oh, I love dem birdies, birdies, birdies. Dey are great!
Birdies go in de sky, and they fly-y-y. Deir little beaks are so cool, dey bite de worms wo-o-orms! Oh, yeah so cool are dem birdies!
OH DEM BIRDIES. ARE SO COOL. OH, YEAH. DEM SWEET, COOL, MEGA, AWESOME, CUTE BIRDIES.


Tweet coo tweet*


* All is well

Saturday, March 15, 2014

The mystery of the submerged tennis ball Or The upside – downy man


A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away was the last time I wrote a blog post.

Ok, déjà vu. *

Ha! Am so funny!!!!

Moving swiftly on, a few weeks ago, as you all should know and celebrate, t’was me birthday, t’was a great day, t’was – I think I’m going to stop now – very fun. Anyway, as the title probably suggests this blog is not about my T.T.** birthday this is about the mystery of the submerged tennis ball and an upside–downy man.


A long, long, long time ago my dad, my mum, my older–but–younger–than–my–eldest–brother–brother and I went on a walk to the meadow***. 
On the way, I passed a submerged tennis ball but I just walked past it.
I can’t do that, I just can’t, so I ran back to ‘investigate’ this small, green marvel. I kicked the ball and, to my disappointment, it was just half a tennis ball. L




Next bit, the upside–downy man, catchy huh?




Many times I have walked past these two trees
Then said “hey mum, they look like knees”.
Not to my bro, to my mum of course,
For he would mock me like a...horse?
This poem is going very downhill,
For I have kind of lost my poetic skill.
When I say ‘kind of’ I mean completely,
And um.... What rhymes with completely?

All is well.


* If thy had nay read all of my bloggage then thy shall not know what I am talking about for I have written that part in a previous blog.
** T.T. Means truly tremendous by the way.
*** You probably don’t know what ‘the meadow’ is but all you need to know is, it’s a meadow.


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