The black cat came in Through the dryer vent, Ripping a silver hole And scrambling up The back of the machine And onto a pile of towels. Okay then. What now? –Shaun Perkins
Peggy the Personification Pig has proven too popular. She must have her own blog. In the future, you can click on the Peggy link above to be directed to her site. She is quite the . . . ham. She wrote a poem to…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up with a compound bow.
I have lain in the exquisite pleasure Of a strong, loving man’s arms, And I have slept where the creek Flows in the summer evening, And made my bed in the breeze Of a fall day near the meadow’s edge,
Bedroom suit. No bed. Perhaps there are other rooms Your pine attire will match, Though do not forget the armoire, Which for some reason, Is easier to spell than “suite.”