I can think of things worse
than wearing loinclothes of furs
while hiding from giant iguanas
in a dark cave with Loana.
There ya go, a poem produced in 60 seconds on a crazy hectic morning. I forgot to wake Junior up extra early for an FFA school trip so we've been dashing around like crazy, yet still I sat down here for a short blog.
Feel free to continue my 60 second masterpiece or write your own ... be nice.
(Nerds, I know it's anole in the pic, but the movie used iguanas. That's called poetic license.)
If this post shows up twice, forgive me, but Blooooger dropped the first one and I did a quick retype.
Have a great Thursday ... it is Thursday isn't it?