My friend Keefie has given you a giggle or two at my expense this month, so when I asked him if I could write the final piece, he had little choice but to say yes. I think he was actually quite pleased because he had no idea what to come up with for the letter Z! I suggested Zoppetto* but he no idea what it meant.
I was going to tell you all about my Zumba classes because that starts with a Z but I’ve decided against it. I didn’t really enjoy them anyway, and last night when instructor Bossy Bella suggested I quit I was quite relieved.
It wasn’t my fault I bopped Nancy on the nose, she came too close to me. It wasn’t my fault I elbowed Martha in the ribs; she should have shimmied to the left, not to the right – or should I have shimmied to right, not the left? Whatever, it wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault I trod on Florence’s foot or tripped Tracy up, or knee’d Brenda’s butt, or farted like a foghorn when I bent down! These things happen
Anyway, I just want to say thank you for all the nice things you’ve said and for coming to my defence on several occasions this month. I’m blowing you all a big wet kiss! Mwah mwah slobber slobber!
As you seemed to like my poem on day seven I thought I‘d leave you with one I’ve written especially for you…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
This one doesn’t!
Bye bye x
*BTW, Zoppetto is Italian limping hop dance. Florence is quite good at it since last night!
On our last day in Amble Bay, dear old Arthur, who’d been with us all month, unexpectedly passed away. If you like say farewell again, click HERE