3:30 in the Summer...Must be Ice Cream Time!

Guess who got married last weekend?? My beautiful sister and awesome brother-in-law!

The bride and groom with two sets of grandparents! 

Photo credit today goes to my D, Aaron Bowen! Sorry I couldn't get the pictures any bigger...blogger's being a hater and they go blurry fast!

So, I am up to V in my Zoo Poetry Book! V for Veronica, a shamefully self-righteous girl. But here is the poem for T (for Tara, of course!):

Tara’s growing tired of

“You must be Tara-ble!”

What may have been amusing once

Now pains her very soul.

And so, she seeks out sympathy

From one who, she assumes,

Has sailed this same pun-filled boat

To humor’s certain doom.

“Tarantula,” she sighs, “We are

Most cruelly beset

By the most nauseating jokes

Our language can beget.”

“What jokes are these?” the spider asks,

“I’ve lived a sheltered life…”

So Tara, who would rather eat

A needle and a knife

Than help this pun perpetuate,

Must crack the cursed joke,

Expecting that the spider will

At least pretend to choke—

But, rather than look mortified,

Tarantula guffaws,

“Ha-ha! That joke’s the best I’ve heard,

Your wit deserves applause!”

And so he claps eight hairy legs

While Tara, in despair,

Runs blindly from Arachnid House

Into more wholesome air.