My door is open . . . they come.
My stoop is soft and cushy . . . they purr.
My house screams to be painted . . . they paint.
Tide, vinegar . . . I scrub.
Paint, paint . . . I spray.
Over my mantel . . . they shall hang.
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Whoooooaaaaaahhhhh!!!
ReplyDeleteRight over my head.
I'm with Dad...not quite sure where this is coming from. Ever think of writing a not so deep blog?? It reminds me of 'Deep thoughts with Jack Handy' from SNL :) HA!
ReplyDeleteIf you ever drop your keys into a river of molten
lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone.
- Jack Handy
Have you devised a cat trap, yet?
ReplyDeleteLattice work...chicken-wire...lots of white vinegar...a shovel...airhorn...gas can...blow torch...
ReplyDeleteI'm set...