Fellow readers please forgive
That late I have not written,
It's because I'm such a lazy lump
No more a lively kitten.
But old two legs pouch face threatens
If I don't write some more,
He'll only give me crunchy bits
And shut the bedroom door.
But I haven't just been snoozing;
No, not sitting under my laurel(s)
I've had two mice, n'chewed a frog
Not to mention other horrors!
So it's back to the world of Herkspeare
I'll tell of all my deeds
The garden's where things happen
Amongst the wildpatch weeds.
Herky
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