I’m not a whipper-snapper, nor a whipper-snapper’s son,
but I’ll try snapping whips when other whip-snappers are done!
Just hand over your whip and I’ll see what I can do,
but get out of my way lest I snap a whip at you.
Mind you, if I did so, it would be a whip-snap error,
but nonetheless with whip in hand, I think I’d be a terror.
So, though I’m not a whipper-snapper, nor whipper-snapper’s son,
to be a whipper-snapping-daughter might be a lot of fun!
The word of the day is Whipper-snapper. Try as I might, I couldn’t get AI to make a non-sexy whip snapper, so think not that I have illusions of this being an image of me!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
With a whip in my hand I’d be a terror 😁 I would too
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Ha! What fun! Nicely done.
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This is fun, thanks for joining in 🙂
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so clever and funny. We used to be whipper snappers but always obeyed THE CENTRAL WAY. And the dark Virginia vinyl. Holy holy holy. Love ya
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Ann, I am so curious about what you mean by the dark Virginia vinyl.
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