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Saturday, June 29, 2019

Caturday Saturday

A Poem...

"Iza, are you stealing my pens again?
I can't find a single one of them.

I know they are nice to bat.
And knockable to any cat.

But Ayla leaves them in plain sight,
While you take them off into the night.

Marley shows no intrest there,
If not a mouse, he does not care.

But they disappear when you're around
And I wonder where the stash be found,

Somewhere 'neath chair or hidey-hole
There is a pile of pens that you'll,

Be guarding like some ancient dragon
On your hoard of my writing tools.

Alert to any threat of theft
Thats why I buy them by the bulk...

Sneaky Iza, Tonky Girl.
Pen-collector, Daddy's Girl.

IZA:  Who, ME?  With an innocent face like this?

TBT:   I make lists of things to post about and cross them off as I do.  But my pen seems to be missing again, LOL!