As I am sipping my coffee, laced with cinnamon and nutmeg, it is Sunday afternoon. The football game is on and Paul and Amanda are watching the TV intently. Paul is excitedly giving a blow by blow description of the plays to Amanda.
Amanda, using her tail as a pillow, says “I am a cat and I don’t understand what all the hoopla is about.” “And Paul, my dear human, it is my turn to lie on the heating pad!”
You know, these two are quite the pair – never ending amusement and cuteness. But, enough of their chatter for a while, and I believe they are overdue for a nap. Now that my chores are finished and the noise has died down, it is time for me, myself and me. Time to unleash the words mingling and muddling in the attic.
If I weren’t so fickle
I wouldn’t be in this pickle
I forgot my ABC’s
A clueless find
The feebleness of a suffering mind
An unsolved crossword puzzle
Beautiful and bold
A story to behold
Ugly and sad
Images of evil and bad
Perfection in oration
not to lose sight of translation
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