This bird's driving me mad. I think I must have had a heavy night because I brought up my breakfast today. I couldn't be bothered to rush to the toilet, so I just barfed up on her 'vintage' (AKA second hand) carpet. After giving me 'the look', she rubbed my tummy for a bit and left me lying on the sofa. I sent her out to get me some fancy food and she burst back in singing one of those dreadful songs she makes up.
Your name is Marley
You ride a Harley
And now your poorly
Your tummy's sore-ly
She never considers it might be this kind of thing that is making me sick.
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