Dinnertime at last! This meatloaf looks familiarâ€” have we met before?
Soft, quiet beauty, won't you be my Valentine? No answer? I'll wait.
Flying through the sky, my new kite keeps its distanceâ€” must not chew on string.
The sweet smell of spring, the rumbling of my tummyâ€” daisy snack attack!
House with no candy, I will help you decorate! Next year, please buy more.
Just like a snowflake, there is only one Domoâ€” and I will not melt.
Whiff of fresh balsam, presents bought and wrapped with careâ€” here comes Domo Claus!
Published on Sep 1, 2011