Saturday, August 3, 2013

SQUEAKY TOYS


I'm laying on the floor
minding my own beeswax
when from outta nowhere
I begin to hear my brood
SQUEAKING
 like all get out.



Hey Ron would you give a Doodle a chance,
a chance to wake up
to sniff the kids
to make sure everything is OK
and
then I'll play your silly game.


Besides I'd rather be here.


I know my followers would prefer this place,


No noise and demands,
just constant warm breezes,
fresh air
and
time to yourselfie.