Which isn't common. Or, as my Father always said, "Common Sense Ain't."
Here are some of my favourites . . .
And now, my poem!
Common sense is not a gift,
It’s a punishment,
Because you have to deal with those
Who were not blessed with it!
Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we three besought,To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week, as the snowflakes start to swarm,
We three'll be dreaming Someplace Warm!
