Did you ever wonder where Uncle Bob went after being berated by that Elf?
Did he vanish into the mists of time, or just fall drunk off of the top shelf.
Perhaps he went tree felling over at Fort Lauderdale.
Perhaps he went into the forest, high as kite looking for those giant snails.
Did you ever wonder where Uncle Bob went on that faithless day?
Did he finally realize that killing trees would no longer pay?
Let me tell you that I know exactly where Uncle Bob went,
Away with the pixies my boy, and now there’s only silence.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #151
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I hope he’s having a great time. Fun poem Deb
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Thanks Sadje, got something special for you challenge this week. I hope you like it.
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You’re welcome! Eagerly looking forward to it. Thanks
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Uncle Bob had a big mouth…
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Too right, reminds me of myself 😆
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His posture indicates he never repented even at the last second
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Stubborn to the bitter end
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poor Uncle Bob … reminds me of the movie “what about Bob”
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Never saw it, but it seemed to fit the prompt.
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fascinating movie, the nightmare of all counsellors!
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🙂
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Excellent, excellent, excellent. love it. I’m chuckling 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it 😁
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🙂 Always 🙂
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