Andrew, seems the dog knows where to lay a sunny turd or two no matter what day it is. No shadow poos and I
won't be drawn to saying anything about the size of shadow cast by Bluey Gillard's rear. Like Max, I have time
for both she and Germs.
Cheers,
Bill
On Thu, May 16th, 2013 at 1:42 PM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Is it Wednesday?
> My wife says it's Thursday.
> The dog doesn't care.
>
> My wife sees a mouse
> run across the kitchen floor
> each night late.
>
> I don't see the mouse.
> The dog snores loudly
> and doesn't care
> either way.
>
> The women at the bar
> talk footy and the size of
> the PM's arse.
>
> Men sink deeper
> into their mid-afternoon beer
> with a sneer.
>
> The dog craps
> in the driveway of
> the bottle-department.
> It's sunny there.
>
> When you're
> out of work and out of luck
> in an outback town
> you couldn't care
> either.
>
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> 'Undercover of Lightness'
> http://walleahpress.com.au/recent-publications.html
> 'Shikibu Shuffle'
> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html
>
>
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