Lootie was a Wooly Mammoth
So love sick she biked to Dartmouth
Wherein dwelled her Sweetie Reetie
(Sweetie Reetie of her heart).
Sweetie Reetie kissed her dearly
Brushed her ears and shouted clearly:
“LOOTIE LOVE! OH my Mammoth
OH my Lootie Wooly Own!!!”
Moral: Girls don’t mope. Get a bike.
A poem I wrote and illustrated.
copyright 2007 BDSparhawk