Look up and look around T-Mart shoppers! That flashing blue light is on in our Children’s Department, where we are proud to introduce the very first guest post from my favorite third grader in the completely wide world!
Nothing Rhymes With Paris
I was going too write a poem about Paris
Because Paris is the girl that I am
But, there is nothing that rhymes with the word Paris
So, I am changing my name to Sweet Sam
By Paris
Age 8
Out(standing)
XO
T.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Author Bio
Due to my alarmingly short attention span, my interests are hard to list.
My brain frequently defaults to my fruitless search for an eligible straight man under the age of eighty with no chronic medical conditions.
Other areas of interest would include,ice cream, chickens and baked goods.
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Note the missing teeth...Four in the last week! The tooth fairy is reported to be seeking TARP funds to meet her obligations!
I love the poem! Great!
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