Cookies and Poems

So, um... I made Snicker-doodles, like, two weeks ago. They were good. Yay.

Zagum: *aplauds*
Tacos: shutup.
Zagum: shuttingup.


And I wrote more poems too:

Nobody

John was a gardener

who picked flowers. (yellow)

Ernest was a mailman

and a very nice fellow.

Fredrick was a painter

who painted houses brown.

Henry was a mayor

who ran a small town.

George was a baker

who baked cherry pie.

I know who they are--

but who am I?

Jane

Jane was a girl

of age twenty-two.

I like her alot.

(You'd like her too.)

When we would meet

she'd give me cho-co-lot.

I like meeting Jane.

(You'd like it alot.)

When we parted

with a too-da-loo,

I was sad she left.

(You'd be sad too.)

Cats and Dogs

Dogs are brown,

Cats are white,

They're all the same.

(They both bite.)

I wasn't sure if I was going to post the last one, because I found it both dull and inaccurate. Ah well.