There once was a woman named Quincy
Whose gait I’d describe as mince-y
Pet pig by her side
And heart filled with pride
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
There once was a woman named Quincy
Whose gait I’d describe as mince-y
Pet pig by her side
And heart filled with pride
There once was a woman named Quincy
Whose gait I’d describe as mince-y
Pet pig by her side
And heart filled with pride
As she thought of her boyfriend called Vincent!
Oh! That was hard!!! Love the illustration 💜
Make such friends at your own expense-y.
She walked to the park on a whimsey.
She walked up to the park on a whimsy.
I’m stumped.
Certainly not sophisticated nor ritzy
She wore her skirt of chintz-y.
I’m loving your posts!
She strutted in downtown Cincy
She introduced him as her very own prince-y.