mental expectorations in poetic format (often rhyming...huzzah!), dedicated to my very favorite rodent.
Monday, February 1, 2010
told you so
My mother wore a big fur coat. "Mother," I said. "You look like a jungle beast." "No," she said. "I look like a stylish middle-aged woman." But the next day she was shot by a poacher.
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