John was at work
and I was gone too,
Lucy and Annabelle
had nothing to do.
At home all alone
on that cold, cold
wet day.
What could they do?
What should they play?
Entertaining themselves
Thing One and Thing Two
looked around the house
there was plenty to do!
Mail could be chewed
toilet paper was fun!
Shoes could be moved
Who needed the sun?
But as a reminder
at the end of the day
a final gift on the floor
Was it true? They prayed….
talya
Musical Pairing
Hard To Say I’m Sorry, Chicago
Then those Things ran about with big bumps, jumps and kicks and with hops and big thumps and all kinds of bad tricks. And I said, “I do NOT like the way that they play! If Mother could see this, Oh, what would she say!” The Cat in the Hat
Good one!
haha…Awesomeness!…And if I may, I have to say, “Dr. Seuss…is a great muse…for your doggie abuse!”=)
Glad you’re the one with dogs. Cats are “bad” enough. LOL
I have a multitude and must say that apparently they are here to test me to see if the homicidal rage lieth within me. awesome poem home!
I love this!!!