Punting (or the worst idea ever)

It started out something like this:

On weekends I like to go punting.

With friends who enjoy beer hunting.

If we leave after lunch,

We can go in a bunch,

and the punter can do all the grunting.

This is how it ended:

For a good time we hired a boat

To sit in the river and float

Down the stream we would go

as we rocked to and fro

About none of our skills did we gloat.

Final thoughts:

never go punting; ever.

A Limerick Instead

I apologize for the fact that the rhyme here is a bit off... I don't know how else to express my annoyance that FSS has (once again) stolen my clothing and dared to post pictures of her wearing said items on facebook.  (Let's also remember that I'm a teacher, and she's in design school - shouldn't the theiving be the other way around?)

On your last shopping trip to my floor

You found something that wasn't a bore.  

I see in your pics

you were up to some tricks.

Next time you should visit the store.