Saturday, January 10, 2009

Plump gatherers of proud friends

If ever birds flocked fully together

Gainly in our waddling ends

Eating whatever, no matter the weather

Of course, we never measure or

Number our waists, our round gowns being all feather

2 comments:

Douglas Florian said...

works for me!

Liz Brennan said...

very funny, and true