Showing posts with label tchotchkes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tchotchkes. Show all posts
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
Newbery poetry
"Whose a good boy?" asked Plaidilocks,
In ombré hat and matching socks.
"It's 'Who's,' you stupid, frigid tramp,"
Said Spot before he punched her wamp.
In ombré hat and matching socks.
"It's 'Who's,' you stupid, frigid tramp,"
Said Spot before he punched her wamp.
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art,
dogs,
euphemisms,
fashion,
grammar,
poetry,
tchotchkes
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