An oldie, but a goodie: another one of Fiorella's complaints about the weather, which, for some reason, never seems to pay attention to her 😠😠😠
Weather Threat
Hey, Mr. Weatherman,
Where's my snow?
The wonderland I ordered up
A month ago?
It looks like Spring out--
The grass is green
With not a single snowflake
To be seen--
Last chance, Mr. Weatherman
Better make it snow
Or else I'll no longer
Watch your show!
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The Whistle-ding-chime-bing-bong Song
Our teapot whistles
Our dishwasher dings
Our refrigerator chimes
Our microwave bings
And our alarm puts out
One long bong
To harmonize
Our kitchen song!
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Yes, I write doodles all the time
And do my best to make them rhyme,
It's cleverness on Fio's myour help and finebehalf
Enough to make you smile and laugh😊😊😊
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A Genuinely Silly Poem by Someone in a Hurry
Eek, eek, eek, and Jim, John, Joe--
I've messed up my poem from head to toe
Here I am running, looking high and low,
But not at all sure where I should go--
Except maybe back home on tippy toe--
And if the sun is drawing low,
I'll grab up a shovel and hoe, hoe, hoe!
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Your girl is going to be shuffling off to Buffalo today or tomorrow to spend some time with her daughter's family, then she'll return to home base and pick up where she left off, for better or worse. In the meantime, she's seen the eclipse--with special glasses, of course--and caught up with Brother and his wife. Fio was thrilled to see the moon play its game, but even more excited to visit with her kin.
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Seeing her Fiorella's late parents' belongings being used by the rest of the family (as she also has done) makes your girl feel warm, as if Mom and Dad are still with her.
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Isn't it great to have a giant black ball splashed across the front of the newspaper rather than politics and the latest murder? Even the Israli--xxXxxx had to pause.
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