On top of the wardrobe
Entangled in crap
There lyeth my youngest
Enjoying a nap.
Now don't be mistaken
And don't be misled
Been looking for weeks now
But can't find his bed.
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The perfectly batty escape from serious literature, poetry, good manners and common sense. But mind out - Here be loonies!
Maybe he was having trouble sleeping and thought that if he lay on top of the wardrobe he might 'drop-off'
ReplyDeleteWhy did you go looking for him?
ReplyDeleteDoes he owe you money?
He only has trouble sleeping because of a guilty conscience, for failing to take proper care of his dear old mammy.
ReplyDeleteI only went looking for him because the Jehovah's Witnesses turn up at the door and it was his turn to bark through the letterbox.
At least he's out of the 'tumble dryer' stage...
ReplyDeleteYou should have a coffee morning - that'd make you tidy up!! It works every time for me.
ReplyDeleteSo did making the little bugger sleep on top of his wardrobe!
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