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Sunday, August 02, 2015

Magpie Tales #281 The Itch

Image provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales
 
Rapt with hope
Encircling desire for true love
Woke itching....
 
There once was a lovely scientist
Who was also a total optimist
Slept outside with a bloke
In a patch of poison oak
And woke wishing she'd been a botanist
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17 comments:

Linda said...

Oh, this is a good one! Thank you, Kathe. :)

Magaly Guerrero said...

Kathe, you are such a riot! I'm picturing the face of the scientist (and the his rash, too) and can't quite roaring. ;-D

Other Mary said...

Bahahaha - love it!

Julie Jordan Scott said...

LOL - your end made me giggle.

Sandee said...

Very clever Kathe, very clever. Me likey a lot.

Have a fabulous day. Big hugs to you and tons of scritches to Miss Lucy. ♥♥♥

Elena Sands said...

Ah bwahahaha. Love the second bit. Fantastic. So funny. :-)

Stephen Hayes said...

Love it! One of your best.

messymimi said...

Heeheehee! Good stuff!

Truedessa said...

haha - Oh, this was brilliantly funny..thanks for the laugh

Ira PT said...

I am all smiles... How did you ever write like this. Lovely! hilarious! Total beauty. You actually made science light.

Kutamun said...

Bet it didnt hurt at the time !

Maggie Jean said...

Haha! Perfect.

Helen said...

Love your beautiful header ~~ and always your wit!

Sandra said...

oh...that is good!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I needed that. Lol! Thanks!

christinebv said...

Lots of fun. Love it.

Ginny Brannan said...

Or perhaps a pharmacist?!! Made me smile, loved this!