When I was putting away some magnetic words and drawing others for today’s poem, a few fell to the floor. I didn’t worry about picking them up immediately. It’s not like they were going anywhere, right?
I forgot Penny the Foster Goat is in-house this week.
I caught her two rooms later and asked her to drop it. I got this.
I wonder what words she’ll crap later.
Maybe that’s what readers say about me, too.
She was celebrating how tasty it was… AND, she swears she has no idea how it got into her mouth.
She’s such a sweet dog that I almost believe it just jumped into her mouth while she was walking by.
Did you ever consider that Penny is a poetic pup and wanted to poop a magnetic poem. I’m quite sure you’ll soon discover the other two words are MY CREATIVITY.
It wouldn’t surprise me at all. Though honestly, I don’t plan to look for those other magnets. 😉
It’s her attempt at dognetic poetry, Becky.
Good one.
There’s a joke somewhere in here involving the word “doggerel” but it’s not coming to me…
Ha! Your work here is done.
Ha Ha Ha
According to a Doctor Who spoof (The Curse of Fatal Death) Only the Teserons communicate with controlled breaking of wind.
It’s for the best.