Its raining; its pouring.
Complaints of this is boring.
Behaviour's hit the skids.
I've got feral kids.
But at least there's colour this morning.
The azalea pictured above, is the lone survivor after a scorching summer.
April 06, 2009
The silver lining
Its raining; its pouring.
Complaints of this is boring.
Behaviour's hit the skids.
I've got feral kids.
But at least there's colour this morning.
The azalea pictured above, is the lone survivor after a scorching summer.
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It must be a day for poetry!
ReplyDeleteRoses are pink
ReplyDeleteLeaves are green
Yours is the bestest
Poetry Ive seen
As Ellie would say "more more"
Ah you always make me laugh and laugh! When's YOUR book coming out. :P
ReplyDeleteI've got a suggestion
ReplyDeletefor your consideration.
If our ferals exchanged,
to each mother deranged.
Scaring them to submission
and hopefully appreciation,
so home won't seem so bad.
Then Mummy won't go mad.
And if they start to complain,
"I'll send you there again"
I'm totally with you and love your poem!
I know I have said this before and I will say it again - you crack me up!
ReplyDeleteBTW how is puss? IS he still biting you? When I saw that photo it reminded me of one of our cats who used to bite - he is long gone.
so true...
ReplyDeletejust got to love those ferals...
I'm a bit cross eyed tonight and I thought it said 'Behaviour shit the skids'!
ReplyDeleteTsk, popsie: we're so cultoored round here.
ReplyDeleteReally.
ReplyDelete(Word verification: 'nonsen' - is he watching me or what?)
Oh yes! I can relate!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous azalea too - I'm glad she survived. One of our baby Jacarandah's were not so lucky...