Thursday, March 3, 2011

a lunchtime poem to whet your appetite...

'Twas twelve o'clock noon and my tummy was growling,
So barefoot I went to the kitchen a'prowling.
Steamed veggies served hot was my appetite's wish,
Until the skin on my heel felt a yucky, cool SQUISH!
. . .
I quickly looked down, for what could it have been?
But identifying the substance only ruined my zen!
I screamed, like falling down a bottomless pit,
Oh yes, dear reader, it was Ruby's $#%@!

Hope Sig1

1 comment:

Brett said...

Don't feel bad that little rascal is alway right under our toes. Boy is she cute. Sweet Caroline is on. I wish I was there with yoyu and the kids belting the tune at the top of our lungs! :)

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