Friday, October 03, 2008

Limericks are fun!

This morning, in limerick form:

There once was a sweet little kitten,
Whose wild side must have been itchin'
She strode onto the tile,
With a big kitty smile,
And took a fat dump in our kitchen.

Oh yes. That happened. There's nothing like Sofa looking you in the eye, and then taking a shit on the kitchen floor ("hey. What are you going to do about it." ) to convince you that yes, the deck is stacked against you today.

Update: The Socialite's Haiku Response

The Socialite's mother has this to say about the matter, in haiku form:

Wafting aroma
Warm fragrance fills the kitchen
Coffee it is not

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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson