Come on, Spoons, it’ll be fun. You be the bank robber and I’ll be your gun moll.
Okay, I’ll admit I laughed at that.
I want to be called Gun Moll Cat.
Would this by the line
That starts a new Couplet?
ETA: I was not trying to rhyme “couplet” with “cat”
That’s a safe bet.
I’m lost. Where are we? What’s the couplet now?
Confused. Should I, unlike Bart Simpson, have a cow?
Or merely watch the developing thread?
(A prospect, I’ll admit, I kind of dread.)
Oh, why don’t we just keep on rhyming;
We’ll hit the heights; we’ll keep on climbing,
Why don’t we just keep going as we were?
I’m in a blur.
My dogs made it hard to sleep.
By contrast, mine barely made a peep
Perhaps he was busy counting sheep?
If dogs do that, it’s quite a leap.
They would rather drive the sheep. Not sure how the dog shifts gears.
2019 reminds me that I’m getting on in years.
Life goes on and we get old.
Until I turned on my space heater, I confess, my toes were a little cold.
I just put on socks.
With my bagel I’d like some lox.
I’ll take a donut with jelly.
Mmm, that would go nicely in my belly!
A little cappuccino, too.