Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tired, ready to snuggle under the covers. And wake up early in the morrow. I would shut off my computer and get myself a real good night's sleep.

With that, I'd be ready to leap into action tomorrow and see that free birthday movie.

But, this is only my 2nd of 5. So, that will have to wait until I am done the remaining three.

Just what am I going to write about? Hmmm...

Ahh, that would be telling. Wouldn't it? Yes, it would but I don't feel like telling you just right now. Sorry, but it is my writer's perrogative that I am invoking right now.

Mind you, that only applies to what I'm going to write about in the other blogs. I'm free to talk about this blog.

 

Milly Mass

Had a bass

Swimming in her pond

Happy as could be

 

But Jerry Johns

Wanted to feast

Upon that fish

And stole into

Her own backyard

To take him from

 

And that was where

The tale turned odd

As the man

Who stole a fish

Was stolen in turn

And needed the help

Of the woman

From whom he stole

 

Charles Petrie

 

Poor buggar eh? He needs her help after he stole her favoured fish? I wouldn't want to be Jerry Johns.