Well, it are Thursday and dat means it are poet-tree time. And dis week it are a challenge - da letter are X. I coulda done xylophone, eggsept I are not really shure what dat are. I coulda done x-ray, but who wants to think about da V-E-T? I coulda done eXceptional or eXtraordinary or eXcellent (all woulda been poems about yours truly), but it felt kinda like cheatin. Den it hit me, momma has been goin on all week bout dis Pirates movie, and she even dressed me up in a piratical bandana today. So it has to be . . .
X Marks Da Spot by Travis Ford
"X marks the spot" is what pirates claim
When huntin da treasure are your game
Jewels and coins and bullion are all fine
I wants riches of anudder kind
Bacon and shrimp are what I'd plunder
Tuna and steaks, oh what a wonder
If "X marks the spot" den it must be
On top of the fridge for pirate me
Crockett are a pirate too!
Angie had to go to da vet today for a shot - and no panic attacks or seizures!! Yay!!
Well, it duzn't quite measure up to da treasures described in my poem, but a good box is always appreciated . . .