I Wish
I wish Ajax would not eat so many grasshoppers. They give him gas that is so bad, it makes my eyes water and wakes me out of a sound sleep.
There you go. That's another reason I love winter: no grasshoppers.
A lot of the fiber arts I enjoy are things like tatting, netmaking, chair caning, and even weaving, where people will come up to me when I demonstrate and solemnly tell me, "That's a lost art."
On the Internet, nobody knows you're a chicken. (With apologies to Peter Steiner.)
5 Comments:
I am so sorry for your distress. Better you than me, though...
This has got to go into a poem! What format? Limerick? Not a sonnet. Haiku? Free verse? I'll work on it.
Oh, you poor thing! I feel sorry for you but that's a great dog name. I'll never look at grasshoppers the same way.
I was SO not expected the second sentence. Thanks for a good laugh (even though i also sympathize with your distress).
Oh ew. That's a disgusting thought. Animal farts are bad enough but if I had to think about the fact that the smell is grasshopper......that would be even grosser.
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