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Mother Combs' Mishmash

Rhyming Mayhem

By Mother Combs (Sharon)Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Mother Combs' Mishmash
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Mother Combs

She knows

How to clean homes

To get the gnomes

To leave the stones

That holds their tomes

A dog roams

Just ask Mr. Jones

Where he goes

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Don’t be a goober.

Hire an uber

In December

Especially when the weather is brrr

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September is near

So don’t you fear

You love your kids, dear

So don’t you leer

Because school time is near

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Did you see that dog?

He was sitting on a log.

Sitting on a log in the bog.

On a log, in the bog, in the fog.

In the fog, writing a blog

Writing a blog about an eclogue

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About the Creator

Mother Combs (Sharon)

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs (Sharon)