Well, Crockett may think my poems deserve a razz, but I are gonna share dis one wif ya anyways. Dis week wuz brought to you by da little U. Confuseratin, huh?
Under the Bed by Travis Ford
Sometimes I gets a notion in my head
And I decide to hide under the bed
There's a guitar, bags, and boxes galore
Hearin my momma call me are a bore
Sometimes it are more fun to sit and hide
And watch her crawl on the floor on her side
I won't come out until I am in da mood
Unless, of course, I think there might be food!
Well, in udder news, I had to go back to da vet today - my titers came back low so I had to have a booster. Not so much fun. Angie has to go in for her booster next week.