There once was a woolen simian
Who loved Christmas toast with cinnamon
Slathered in sugar and butter
His heart was all aflutter
When he ran out of bread, he used a hamburger bun
Sock monkey bread
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
There once was a woolen simian
Who loved Christmas toast with cinnamon
Slathered in sugar and butter
His heart was all aflutter
When he ran out of bread, he used a hamburger bun
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I’ve been on that end of craving cinnamon toast, but having to make do with using a bun 🙂 Great poem!
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Mmm…now I want some cinnamon toast instead of lunch 🙂
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What Lance said.
Loved the poem! That “Christmas”toast! Takes me back. And of all the things to miss, lately I miss eggnog!
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Cinnamon and sugar are terrific on toast! With real butter, not the fake stuff! Now I miss my sock monkey…and I am hungry!
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Clever, clever Tara! I love any kind of toasted bread with butter, simian and sugar. (Especially after a glass of spiked eggnog! 😉 And a sock monkey with a heart all aflutter? Too cute!
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I am the only person in my family who will drink eggnog, but I would share a mug with you.
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Sounds good to me:)
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I am impressed and amazed at you stellar rhyming skills! Simian and cinnamon? How’d you think of that? Starts with the cute sock and this rocked!
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I started with the sock monkey ornament and simply thought about Christmas. Simian and cinnamon just sort of happened. It’s not an exact rhyme, but I hoped it was close enough.
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I love sock monkeys. Your poem rocked!
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Sock monkeys and cinnamon toast just mean Christmas…
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This is crazy in the best way. Loved reading this! Thanks for linking up!
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Crazy this time of year is a given.
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you rhymed simian with cinnamon, you win at the internet, today
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Thanks! I was rather pleased with myself over that one.
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Hamburger bun with cinnamon? That just might be crazy enough to work.
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Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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