Word that end in …an.
This is for shits and giggles.
If I were a man
My name would be Stan
I would have a tan
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
I’d drive a minivan
Or cruise in a sedan
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
I’d turn on the fan
Or play kick the can
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
My friend would be Fran
We would swallow jam
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
I’d join a clan
And eat a lot of bran
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
With a short attention span
I’d be the one that ran
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
I would have known to ban
I’d have a better plan
With my wife Jan
If I were a man
I’d visit my Gran
And let her plan
With my wife Jan
ARGH…I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE. (Wait, did Jan just run off with Fran.) Banging head against desk now. Will have nightmares of words ending in …an.
Have a great weekend!
I won't add to your pain then!
ReplyDeleteReally feel bad for the kitten in the photo.
Part of me wants to come up with something really apropos for this post......
ReplyDeleteAnd part of me wants to say, ummm...Laila? You're weird.
I'll get back to you.
Okay. I'm back.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to make sure you knew I was kidding.
Have a great weekend! Win BIG at the races.
@Alex. Hi Alex. It's always a pleasure to see your name pop up. :) That kitty does look like he's been through the ringer. Whose crazy idea was it to hand it over to the baby...surprised he hasn't fought back. You sure you don't want the picture? ...^-^....
ReplyDelete@Bryce. I prefer the term "eccentric" myself, thank you very much. :) Actually, I think I was high on glad when I wrote this. Note to self: Stop sniffin plugins. Funny thing happened. I woke up early this morning to reply to comments from yesterday and found that your icon had changed. There was a guy clearly peeping back at me. No way! Is that really you? I did a double take...hurried back to your blog and looked at the picture on the top, which I thougth for sure who had taken it off the net. You're not an old geeser at all...not at all how I envisioned you. Where's the Moses beard and the cain? You're kinda cute. And if that saucy blonde at your side is your wife...she is lovely...and I'm sure it's more than skin deep. ;) She puts up with you. What made you come out of hiding? I've been staring at the letter "B" icon forever now. :)
Poor Stan & wife Jan
ReplyDeleteThey're dead in the van
Along with poor Fran
With a gun in her hand
Actually Stan ran off with Dan once they heard New York had lifted the ban.
ReplyDeleteSilly Fridays. :))
Hah hah hah
ReplyDeleteYour mind ran off with that whole man thing.LOL
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fantasy I once had
But it was bad
And ended sad.
FRAN! Yes! ;) Have a great weekend, Laila!
ReplyDeleteYou guys are creative....I love it! Hand a crazy poem over to a group of writers and see what happens.
ReplyDelete@Nancy. I can tell you write thrillers...killing them off like that. :)
@L.G. Love the homosexual twist. Didn't even think of Dan. Note to self: Sniff more glade. :)
@Desert Rocks. Eve, that would be a nightmare. I'm glad I'm a woman too. :)
@Lisa. Sniff glade and see what happens to you. :)
@Carrie. Thanks for cheering for Fran. You have a great weekend too! :)
Bryce has informed me that the pic at his blog of guy and hot blonde were not of him and his wife. Well, that clenches it then....That has to be POET and his woman. ...^-^...
Everyone wish me luck at the horse races...your best wishes will help me win big.
That was entertaining! I guess even in rhymes, the divorce rate is pretty high, LOL
ReplyDeleteYes, this is going to be stuck in my head for a while . . . LOL.
ReplyDelete@Lydia. I don't know what got into me, but I just couldn't get it out of my head until it was typed out. :)
ReplyDelete@Golden Eagle. Isn't it terrible? It's like a song you can't get rid of. :)
I agree with Alex, the poor kitten. And the poem, strangely weird, yup. You gotta get out more, Laila.
ReplyDeleteLOL, enjoyed your poem. And hehe, even though I feel sorry for the poor kitty, I used to have that very same pic on my work desktop sometimes. ;o)
ReplyDeleteIf Stan the man was in a clan eating a lot of bran with his wife Jan, I hope he made a plan to stop the van to go to the can or else his friend Fran won't be a fan. Loved the rhyme, lady! And always glad to run into someone else in Nebraska that is "eccentric." Midwest people have to unite, lest others think we are only about corn and football here. Glad to follow you!
ReplyDeletePoor kitty. What did Samuel Clemens write? A man who picks up a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way!
ReplyDeleteWell that was fun, but I don't seem to be able to come up with the right response. Hmm
ReplyDeleteIf I were a man, I'd definitely be a Laila fan,
And I'd plan, to bring her a fan...
Stop groaning, I'm good at roos not poetry :-)
Did you use like every word that ends with an? Quite the exercise!
ReplyDeleteI'm a fan ;)
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