Monday, September 1, 2014

1450. South bound

We're ready to head for Annapolis
The sun on the wharf there will dapple us
They won't have sand dabs
But we may eat some crabs

And the waiter had better not Snapple us!

Breakfast this morning consisted of scrambled eggs and scrapple, which may have spurred today's rhymes.  I'm hoping it doesn't spur anything else...

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