Allons-y!

There once was a girl we’ll call Katie, Who was horribly allergic to poison ivy. One sunny day she was out, And traipsed all about And waits  to start itching like crazy D: Really, A? A: How’d you like my limerick, D? D: Is this what you’re calling creativity today? A: Maybe. D: We areContinue reading “Allons-y!”