A Plague of Cute

[noblerot]

Overrun by wild mice. Infiltrated. INFESTED.

Cute! Malodorous! WAY TOO SMART TO VENTURE INTO THE LIVE TRAPS I'VE SET FOR THEM!!!!11!!!

They had babies in my bed while I was out of town.

Doom.

ETA: More singing kittens.

Comments

[tekalynn]

What Would Edward Lear Do?

[noblerot]

Write a limerick and mock me.

[tekalynn]

There once was a young San Franciscan
Who was troubled by nocturnal friskin'.
Though perturbed by the mice,
She felt they were nice,
That sweet-tempered young San Franciscan.

[tekalynn]

Bah. Change "felt" to "believed" in the fourth line. *snivel*

[noblerot]

Lear himself couldn't have done better. And... and you called me young. Marry me.

[tekalynn]

Oh, madam, you do me too much honour! *blushblush*

I keep wanting to do a "sequel" to the Yonghy Bonghy Bo, including the lines

Though becoming somewhat pettish
From her husband's Dorking fetish

but I know the shade of Lear would haunt me horribly.

[tekalynn]

I couldn't call you "old". Anyone who works in a certain field in a certain city who is younger than a certain Three Dot columnist (RIP) to me, by definition, is "young".

(Was that convoluted enough?)