Ok, so I has made momma PURRomise dat next week, I can finally get back to writin my poems on da day dey is sposed to be written. It's cray cray, ya would think she ackshually has udder things to do wif her time besides me my secretary. And she had da nerve to post dis on da Book of Faces along wif somefin like how we can't pay anyone anyways and are not hiring . . .
Wif her laziness, maybe we need to hire more help! Anyways, on wif da poetry.
A vacation trip to the lake
No, dat would not be a mistake
A weekend there would be a wish
Just think of catchin all the fish!
Kitties, you can bet your sweet ass
I would really love to eat bass
And ya know I sure would not pout
If ya gave me some tasty trout
So let's quit dreamin' and wishin'
And get to the lake for fishin'!
Yeah, we could ALL got for some fish. Hint hint lazy momma who duzn't think we need to hire addishinul help.
Oh, and since I has been promisin a pic of Angelique up high - here she is. Well, here THEY are. It's kinda like one of dose double decker buses.
This are on top of da dubble wall ovens by da way.