Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 23344 – 1187
Here’s The Haps:
What Child Is This
What child is this, who scrapes his knee
And to Mary, he cries, while she’s sleeping?
He seems like any other kid
With ouchies and boo-boos (I’m sure he did).
He falls down and then starts bleeding.
She says, “Don’t wipe your nose on your robe!
Washing the clothes is harder than you’d believe
And if you don’t take care of your nose
People will call you Greensleeves.”
The competition was really tough, as you’ll see if you go look at Chel’s announcement post and I’m sure it was hard to decide on the most terrible poem of all but I made it. There was some really awful stuff there.
The thing I like about this award is that I had to actually do something and not complete an internet chain letter. I haven’t been seeing nearly as many of those lately and I don’t know if it’s because people are realizing how sill they are or if the blogs that I follow have just matured past that stage. Anyway, thanks, Chel, for this award (I think).