My name is Daisy, looking at you, or Daisy Mae to be fully true.
You see my color of black is true, but tonight I feel the color of blue.
Odd people were here, may one, no two, painting the walls, it’s smells phew
I bumped her leg, for something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do?
I pick up my bone and begin to chew, I found a great holder, her old yard shoe
This was not fun, so left it askew, I stretch out long, yeah, I am looking at you.
I am bored, just wanting something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do.
My name is Daisy, since I’ve nothing to do, I send out a hello especially for you.
And as always remember to be kind to all kinds.
Come one, come all as I tell you a tale
Of wisdom I gathered though I am frail
One concerning my masters who throw me in the cold
To do my business, good grief this really gets old
Will spring or warmth ever show their bright side?
I think not as I snuggle with blanky deep inside
Fun from Kat Myrman with this weeks Twittering Tales #128.
It’s me, I am Max, with thoughts that I ponder
Over here, over there and way out yonder.
As I rush out that door and swing by the chair
There is my friend Rabbit and we play statue and stare.
Our game is forgotten with a loud sounding crash
As the monsters next door send the squirrels in a dash
Last round through the yard, ever checking, ever more,
But there is nothing to see so I head for the door
Then I head for the kitchen for a small tiny treat.
Now, it’s on to the couch where I sleep ‘til we eat.
As we follow LindaGHill for our creative Jot, mine does not follow the Wednesday 1 liner plot.