I don't think this is a poem. And I'm pretending that the accidental rhyming doesn't bother me. And that I don't feel like I need to go back and make the whole thing rhyme now.
How's everybody else's day going? Anybody know how to get a cat off a roof? Do I need to put on a poodle skirt and petticoat, pick up my heavyass handset landline phone and call some firemen from 1952? Is that a thing?
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