Make sure you Go see Mrs. Matlock
in her Alphabethursday class....
Today's letter is...G
GREAT GREEN GOBS of Greasy grimy go...ph...er
OH NO, here comes Mrs Matlock!
Ya know that look you always see on her face?
Yeah, THAT one. Well it's usually aimed at ME..
cause I can be a real Goof sometimes..
Like when she started the class and everyone else was with her and doing all the ALPHABASTUFF. Well, I was playing hookie... still outside with my jump rope.
BUT... I was kinda doing it...you know, like this...
A my name is Alice,
my boyfriends name is Andy,
we came from Argentina,
and we sell Antelopes
B my name is Betty,
my boyfriends name is Bobby,
we came from Bermuda,
and we sell Buckets
C my name is Carla,
my boyfriends name is Charlie,
we came from Cucamonga
and we sell Critters
D my name is Dena
my boyfriends name is Daniel
we came from Denver
and we sell Dipsticks
E my name is Ethyl
my boyfriends name is Earl
we came from Eureka
and we sell Elephants
Then I saw Mrs Matlock's face in the window with *THAT LOOK*
so I hurried in, took a seat and started with my letter F.....
Then today all I could think of was another little *ditty* we use to sing jumping rope. Only I Guess it's kinda Gross for a Girly Girl. When ya Grow up around the Guys, you learn all kinds of Gooey words. like Great Green Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts, mutilated mon....Oh man, there's that look again...the one that says I'm Gonna Go stand on the dunce stool with the funny hat if I don't Grow up!
Ok Mrs Matlock. I'll stop the Goofyness for awhile and think of another G word. Hmmm... How about Good Grief Gravel Girtty! Go wash them Grimy, Grubby hands!
Ummm...ok.
Let me
think
some
more..
Hey I know! This one is Great! Boy, talk about Gynormous. You're Gonna love this cause its a real thing that's Going on over at the Good-side-of-me Blog...All My Yesterdays
It's about my Great Great Grand parents. And although it's in a series form, it's a Genuine true story. AND there's a Giveaway Going on there too!
There, was that better? More of the Grown up me?
Oh, and do I still Get a Grade for catching up my A~B~C~D~E's?
And did I use enough G's?
So, are you GiGGlinG now?
Gee, you're so Great :D



20 comments:
Good post! I like to see all the different ideas everyone has! Thanks for sharing and I like those little ditty's!
You are a hoot! Thanks for making me laugh!
Great G Post, left me Grinning.
~Maggie~
So very clever! I, too, remember the "greasy grimy gofer guts". I had to laugh while reading your post...you are very creative.
"G"reat "G" words for the class today. Sounds like you have a thing for jumping rope! Too cute!!
Thanks for sharing.
eGads! I love your goofiness! Gopher guts must be allowed because I got an A+ for mine!
Thanks for the laugh on what appears to be a long and busy day.
Mary
Boy, you're either a brown-noser extraordinaire or an A student wanna be!
Holy Carp and Flounder that was Great! You caught up in fell swoop and left the rest of us in the dust!!!!
love that little ditty, i remember it too :D
Well you gave me the giggles ... that was all too cute!!!
You're silly! I love it!! :)
Way too cute it was great fun reading it. I use to read a book to my girls when they were growing up that was quite a tongue twister. They loved it!
That was very entertaining. Well done!
Yep, I'm giggling and I so remember both those little ditties, particularly 'gobs of guts'.....something about that one that just flows off the tongue!
♥
Sue
OMG, this was too clever. Amazing.
I used to sing the jump rope songs too...Love em and all your Great G's!
Variety is the spice of life and PERSONALITY brings fun to the class. So glad you're in ours. Besides how much smarter can you get to think up all those alphabet words on the (jumping rope) fly.
I love your GREAT GREEN GOBS of Greasy grimy goo!!!
And Oh Pooooooo on Mrs. Matlock and her "look." Mrs. Matlock is way too uptight looking anyway. She also looks like she needs a big dose of prunes. >,-)
-ducking, running and hiding-
^_^
Yes, I giggled!
Best wishes
Anna
So many g's ... thanks for the giggle! :)
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