Friday, October 8, 2010

tucker butters

at least five times every day i say the following poem to shoshi mary (invented by myself):

plum puddings
and tucker butters
cellar doors
and forest floors
pink bunnies
and full tummies
and dinosaur bones
birch trees
and busy bees
black dogs
and tree frogs
hawk feathers
and worn leather
and shoshanna mary,
such a good girl

the end result is pictured above.

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