Wednesday, July 24, 2013


I saw a rainbow pony get strawboozled,
And when I saw some straw
berries I bought some
and the juice came out and I said,
Fabbergastic makes me bloogalasooh!
Hot Cheetos put your mouth on fire,
And I knew by the color of the fruit that I would be strawbergasted.
Holy Moly Macaroni!  I've been strawboozled by a wild monkey.
What a tasty surprise!
I am strawbergasted at the quality of the words,
Like guilty desserts.

Taken from "Penzey's Spices" Back to School 2013 catalog, p.60, 7/13.  Poem by the Funny Poetry Workshop- June 2011
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