My life in poetry.
The following is the whimsical result of my shower ruminations this morning:
In our house there's a dog who's quite fluffy
He likes to share his hair with much luv-y
So he sheds 'round the house
Fur enough for a mouse.
Even though it leaves him all scruffy.
The fur grew quite thick and gained life
With creepy vivacity rife.
Chasing it with great glee,
the cat happily
Ate it up in a moment of strife.
As nature must always intend
The cat let it out in the end
But round the world goes
As everyone knows
The dog at that scat up, my friend.
In our house there's a dog who's quite fluffy
He likes to share his hair with much luv-y
So he sheds 'round the house
Fur enough for a mouse.
Even though it leaves him all scruffy.
The fur grew quite thick and gained life
With creepy vivacity rife.
Chasing it with great glee,
the cat happily
Ate it up in a moment of strife.
As nature must always intend
The cat let it out in the end
But round the world goes
As everyone knows
The dog at that scat up, my friend.