Musing about things

Musing about things


Don’t hold the dog like that

Please don’t make him wear a hat

What is his collar for

Not to drag him from the door


Don’t grab that cat like that

He will surly want you to scratch

Tickle him under his chin

And he will surly want to come in


Oh my dear what will you do

When you wash that hamster in the loo

He is cold and he is damp

So stop holding your hand like a hamster clamp


When we walk in summer day

We can smell the new mown hay

As we walk in summer sun

We burn like toast are all we done?


Copyright @ Demici 7 June 2009  12:34 AM

Woke up and couldn’t sleep.

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