A tale or two I've told of her before.
I now may add to her e'er-growing fame
For cowardice, the following: Of yore,
When thunder's rumbles have occurred,
E'en ere their sensing by mere human ears,
To hide has been her instinct, though absurd;
Our house is large and sturdy. Molly's fears
Will brook no consolation, though. At most
Such times this collie-chicken mix has made
Her shelter in a closet. There, a ghost
In black and white she's cowered and she's stayed
Until bribed with a nom. But now the dryer
Seems safer? Or does she seek lint attire?
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Nicely done, as usual. The hamsters on the wheel have been replaced with Molly, the Collie of Folly in the dryer. Heh.
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I did wonder for a while if I was going to get her out again without disassembling the dryer!
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A sign of clean of taste,
Or error from haste,
Great balls of lint she’ll tremble under.
Mollie the collie so afraid of the thunder
ReplyDeletePreferred dryer to closet: possible blunder?
A sign of clean of taste,
Or error from haste,
Great balls of lint she’ll tremble under.
Aurelio! Very funny. I wish Molly could know how she is honored.
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