Spike Smith had a menu criteria,
His food had to drip with bacteria,
He topped veggies with germs,
Garnished soup with earthworms,
It’s no wonder he died of diphtheria.
This came from our visit to a public restroom to wash hands. I had all three young men in there with me using soap and water and paper towels.
There was some mention of germs, and to entertain them I put on my huskiest old cockney woman voice and sang out:
“I go to restrooms to play with the germs!
And the backyard to make friends with worms!”
Owen was giggling and said…”Do the rest!”
There wasn’t any more…I just made it up. He was disappointed, but I had a good start for a limerick.
Funny stuff!
how fun, to have such a talented creative mommy! love it.
I love it! To paraphrase someone very wise, your blog is definitely my go-to spot for culture and refinement 😉
We had our routine Board of Health visit at work last week. They would love this!