For my fwiends Winston & Spencer Bird, who have been wiff my Auntie Rita Carson Guest since they were babies. I love you bof very much. When I Am Old And Grey -by Sabrina Furchild Siegfried When I am old and grey, Will I still jump and play? I might not want to run, Or with my toys have fun. I may not do my twirls, Or chase the neighbors squirrels. Or even take a walk, Around the smallest block. But though Im up in years, At least Ill have my ears. And some things Ill still do, Although my fur is blue . . . Ill still sit on Moms lap, And take my morning nap. For treats, Ill give the look, Then hang out on Facebook; Release some fragrant flatus, While updating my status. With Dex Ill always flirt, And make Dad wear his shirt; Search under Willows tail, And, yes, I will inhale. My poems Ill still write; With Mushroom I will fight. (He tends to instigate, By sitting in my crate). Ill still eat all my food, When Mom puts on my snood. Ill go outside for pees, And in Dads stew Ill sneeze. And though my skin might sag, Ill still burst into wag-- Remembering the day, When I came here to stay; Mom looked at me and smiled, and called me her Furchild. THE END.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 16:36:01 +0000
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