Josh the Wosh
Was mathed awhim.
A slippy slosh
counfounded him.
What couldn’t be
Was bobbing up.
He seemed to see
a flippy flup.
“I’ll math no more.”
We heard him say.
Like those before
He’d lost his way.
02.19.18
Josh the Wosh
Was mathed awhim.
A slippy slosh
counfounded him.
What couldn’t be
Was bobbing up.
He seemed to see
a flippy flup.
“I’ll math no more.”
We heard him say.
Like those before
He’d lost his way.
02.19.18
Josh the Wosh
Was tired and lost
While deep in thought
He had forgot
What he had sought
Beneath the rot
And so had caught
A cold.
02.21.18