Wednesday, December 8, 2010


For being so boring
I’d write you a blog
But then you’d be snoring
Asleep, dead like a log

I have a bit of a cough
So, if you please,
I’ll take the day off
Ere I start to sneeze

It’s me who should sleep
Alas, such a pity
I can’t sink down deep
Without my Bix kitty

Instead, I’ll brew up some tea
Perhaps a whole pot
Some for you, some for me
And that, my friends, is all that I got.

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