Monday is here and I don't like it. A bad thing about Mondays is that I can't figure out how to make Mondays into "Fundays". This is my poem about Mondays:
Whenever there is a Monday
You might as well call it a Dud day
As you can see I don't really like them
Because they always seem very dim
Thank you! Thank you! Well, we just had a power outage on mostly the right side of the house and all of the lights went out. I want Summer break to come sooner but that just means I have to get my school done and mom wants to get me my own facebook because I'm on Luke's too much. Oh well! I guess that's just how life is. Our score at our JBQ meet was our best and it was 4-6. Even though we lost 6 of 10, it was still our best. We wanna make it to State, if we're lucky, Nationals. Aunt Marty and Uncle John left and now it's all back to normal. We have only 3 weeks 'till our next meet and I have 21 30s to learn plus 20s. I wanna get my master seal and if I do, I'll be the youngest one in JBQ history to get it. That would be SOO awesome!!! That's all folks!
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That was my longest post ever. ][_, ( ) ][_,
ReplyDeleteYou were effusively verbose on this one!
ReplyDeleteThat was an awesome post! :) Dude you are so getting your masters seal because then i can say i coached the youngest kid to get his masters seal... and i will be related to him! :) awesome. :)
ReplyDeletebtw, LO-OOVED the poem. you are just full of random skill. :)
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ReplyDeleteDad, what does that mean?
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