Poana, Poana bo Boana Bonana fanna fo Foana

These shrooms came out last summer.

I found them so cute, they looked like little houses.

This spring all the rain we had is bringing out this stuff called Poana.

Right now it’s the bane of Tim’s existence; it’s taking over his front lawn.

I think he would rather shrooms then that embarrassing Poana.

Tim the Sun is coming; the Poana will soon be gone.  Bring on the mushroom houses.