"Mothers work wonders once they are convinced that wonders are demanded of them." ~Charlotte Mason

Friday, January 4, 2008

The Pigzal

There once was a Pigzal,
part pig and part weasal.
He slept all day
and his name was Diesel.

He had a sniff,
he had to blow.
He blew so hard,
he blew up snow.

The snow was pink,
and his hair was, too.
And, if you ask me,
he smelt like goo.

The goo was green
and so was the cat.
And, I'm sorry to say,
she was stuck to his back.

----by Padme

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


This is Mrs. Meece and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your poem!

Please keep writing because I think you are very good at writing poetry.

Bless you!