Barking Mad
Lord things have been insane here and I have been very remiss in posting. Ex-husband got fired (what a huge surprise) so bye bye child support; Jack has been lying about his homework and having other school problems so there is a big meeting with all his teachers tomorrow; I have been engaged in hand to hand combat with a strange kill resistant species of flea; and every morning I must try and fashion a terrible new haircut into something that doesn't make me look like a member of the band Poison. Moron ex has blown off Jack's promised Birthday party on Saturday and Jack was so depressed he went to bed at 7:00 pm. In desperation I went in and said "Let's go pick out a dog for your birthday on Saturday." Jack is now happy, and I want to shoot myself. Will post more later about Jack's early birthday party from me last week which involved a bunch of boys battling each other with plastic swords in a parking lot. Off for a coffee refill and the morning "let's get ready for school" marathon.
"Old Mother Hubbard..."
by Mother Goose
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking his pipe.
She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."
Lord things have been insane here and I have been very remiss in posting. Ex-husband got fired (what a huge surprise) so bye bye child support; Jack has been lying about his homework and having other school problems so there is a big meeting with all his teachers tomorrow; I have been engaged in hand to hand combat with a strange kill resistant species of flea; and every morning I must try and fashion a terrible new haircut into something that doesn't make me look like a member of the band Poison. Moron ex has blown off Jack's promised Birthday party on Saturday and Jack was so depressed he went to bed at 7:00 pm. In desperation I went in and said "Let's go pick out a dog for your birthday on Saturday." Jack is now happy, and I want to shoot myself. Will post more later about Jack's early birthday party from me last week which involved a bunch of boys battling each other with plastic swords in a parking lot. Off for a coffee refill and the morning "let's get ready for school" marathon.
"Old Mother Hubbard..."
by Mother Goose
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking his pipe.
She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."
posted by MJ at 6:21 AM
1 Comments:
This poem is going on Loulou's tomb stone! A word of caution Sr., look into the dog's eyes. If there is one ounce of crazy in them take a pass. An elderly dog who is world weary will appreciate a warm place to sleep and won't misbehave!
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