Louise says that she saw this poem on her bus this morning.
I am just waiting to find out if someone freaks out about it, because it’s a poem about ASS. Albeit a cute one.
Speaking of ass, I’m in meetings all day.
Louise says that she saw this poem on her bus this morning.
I am just waiting to find out if someone freaks out about it, because it’s a poem about ASS. Albeit a cute one.
Speaking of ass, I’m in meetings all day.
More than ass, it’s kitty asshole!
Of course, whenever our kitties are being especially loving, holding their tails high up in the air, I often say, Limp Bizkit style, “Chocolate Starfish!”
That’s different
and meetings are asinine.
😉
i told you i’m no good at poetry. i had no idea what it was about.
I with Arifa. If there hadn’t been so many hints, I would have been in an English daze.
Meetings. Ugh. You have my Monday sympathies.
jodi- free movie tickets…maybe.
Wow. All the hours I have spent trying to come up with meaningful, tricky, layered, brilliant poetry and all I had to do was cleverly describe a cat’s asshole.
*bangs head against desk*