pondering the significance of the tiger.
Why is he always right there in front of me?
What can he mean by that?
Sometimes people come say hi,
to distract me,
which I prefer by far!
But when they are gone,
then it is just tiger and me again.
Why does Mommy do this to me?
Doesn't she realize how uncomfortable
it is to be stuck on my belly
nose right next to the floor
where everyone's stinky feet
have just been?
Fortunately I have a tasty thumb,
which helps me get over a few of my
many problems.
If I am so cute,
why do I get left alone sometimes?
2 comments:
That was cute Roze - oh and let your MIL know that I didn't mean to offend her - ha ha. Maybe her grandkids can come here and teach my kids something :)
You really do have beautiful children Roze :-)
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