Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Rush Hour

Fio woke up blank today
But that's not the way
She's going to stay--
Lots to do--
First of all, to write to you
And when she's through
Her day's fast-paced 
Hurry and haste,

Not a minute to waste

So at this time
She'll wrap up this rhyme
And proceed to eat
Her Shredded Wheat
As her doggie sweet
Sits on her feet
And awaits a treat.

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