Ode to Brady

Today I tried to make ice cream in a bag, for my chemistry project. However I added salt to the wrong bag, and JP threw it off the balcony, so everyone laughed because I am dumb

JP and I wrote a poem for dear old Mr. Brady.
It goes like this:


Ode to Brady
There once was a man named Brady
We find him kind of shady
He used to sell Avon
Now we just call him Boron
He taught us to tap dance (shuffle ball change)
And it was kind of strange
He made Laurel sit next to a plant
Now he must hear us rant.
a poetic masterpiece by Jp and Lc

Bufoo told me to do school work. Doesn't she know blogging is more important?!
Have a fabulous day
LC
(I must not upset Bufoo)