Bedtime last night at midnight,
Just finally got out of bed at three,
Good for me to sleep, but bad for Rufuz on the leash,
Though he seems to understand, I will have make him a quiche…
If no fever tonight does occur,
Back to work tomorrow to incur,
The wrath of the boss I did up stir,
What the hell, my health comes first, I know you concur…
Thanks for all your inputs,
Never again will I call Ed K. a putz,
Most times I know he is just nutz,
I must feel better as now I can rhyme in humor & I’ve found the gutz…
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I always thought I was a Nutzy Putz. Thanks for straightening that out for me, Bro.
PS But don't believe a word that evil Queen A Pax says!!
By the way, did I read right, you feed your dog, quiche? Or were you feeding your poem some rhyme?
Regards
Dai
good for you, feel better and don't worry about work, Ed K told me he will support you until your back on your feet again
plus he will fly to nj and make you pseudo chicken soup, since he is an animal lover, and cannot eat meat. And he will pay a massuse and accupuncturist to be at your bedside until you are better. Plus he will play for the dog whisperer to keep Rufz company. And Emeril will come and cook for you, since Ed cannot make chicken soup and you need it.
Just thought I would mention it
anita lol
Louisa