Thursday, October 7, 2010

Twas the night before

Twas the night before Disneyland, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not Avery the mouse
The bags were stocked, and packed with care
In hopes that nothing breaks and morning be here.

The child was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of princesses danced in her head
This poem is to long I'm tired, lets just say 
So goodnight to you all, early morning will drive away