Via Sequencia

Poem for the First Day of Spring

Spring and sprung,
the grass is ris'.
I wonder where the boidies is.
The boidies? They is on the wing.
Oy, but that's obsoid!
Everyone knows the wing is on the boid!

  --Anonymous

My favorite sermon by Robert Tilton

From the mouths of nieces...

My niece, Anna, has just started first grade. She lives with my nephew, Johnny; my brother, John; and my sister-in-law, Dawn in rural southern Indiana. She came home from her first day of school this past Tuesday, and subsequently her first school bus ride.

"Mommy," Anna said to my sister-in-law, Dawn, "someone said the 'A' word today...and Mommy, I know the 'F' word and when not to use it!"

"Okay," Dawn said, a bit stunned. "What is the 'F' word?"

"It's FATASS! And I'm never supposed to say, 'Get out of my way, FATASS!' "