George here again.
Yvie is outside playing with hose water so I'd thought I'd sneak back in here to continue our previous discussion.
For any new readers, that discussion more or less revolved around dog poop and how Yvie loves it and I hate it.
Anyway, last time I showed you a song Yvie had written professing, if at least not her love, than certainly her non-hate of poop.
In retaliation to that song, I wrote a better song. When I originally wrote this it was around the holidays, so the song is set to Carol of the Bells (or the "Ding, fries are done" song from the Family Guy homage for all of you pop-culture minded peeps)
Here we go!
Poop over here.
Poop over there.
Why is there Poop
I'm potty trained,
It wasn't me.
It must have been
She doesn't get the concept of going potty outside because she is dumb.
Oh my goodness here comes Mommy!
And she doesn't look too happy...
Poop on the floor.
Poop by the door.
I wish she wouldn't
My mommy said to say that I love my sister even though she is dumb.
She is 5 months old and should know better.
Yes, it's true... I just learned in December...
But still Poop is here
And still Poop is there.
Yvie just Poops
Poop Poop Poop...Poop.
So as you can see, I've always hated poop.
Onto the words!
Resongs - when you sing a song that already exists and make it your own. Like on Glee
Econs - Internet criminals. Is this not already a word? Because it should be
Porea - Korea's pores
Steambump - when you hit some writer's block in your steampunk WIP
Winglo - what some fairies do
Spoat - oats for spies.
And that's it, good folk!
I hope you have a nice weekend!