Bye, Summer Vacation

The kids and I decided to end Summer vacation the way we started it.  By going to play at a park.
First day of summer vacation:

Last day of summer vacation:

We also had ice cream which we didn't have the first day of vacation.

And since August 18 is Bad Poetry Day, there were bad poems written
by Nichole:
There was a glutton whose name was Ramone,
No doubt 'bout it, he was horrid.
True, the ladies loved him, the old crone.
This is his story, that glutton Ramone.
The thought of him makes me morbid.

by Jr.:
My mind is completely blank
I thought it stank.
I bout a lock picking kit
and that was it.
The End
No time to comprehend
These words I'll smother
in not, so you're my
evil mother!
I like erasers
if not, GIVE ME TAZERS!!!
I will make you morbid,
in not, horrid.
Once upon a time,
I will make you rhyme!

and by Jeremy:
The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log...