I snagged this one from my mom’s blog:
There once was a poet named Todd
Whose meter was seriously flawed.
His limericks would tend
To come to an end
I’m sure the fact that I find that totally hilarious means I’m totally a nerd. Whatever. At least my husband is hot.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt has things afoot that may impede blogging for a few days (hence this short, stolen post). Nothing bad. It just involves, you know, planning an entire church service and getting a few other things organized. More on that later.