Bad Sheeba Poetry III - Here's Looking At You :o)

 

 

So sorry to hear,

Things have been a real bear,

I feel the need to shed a crocodile tear,

Hoping you can "tie" up loose ends and be near,

That you can find your way clear,

To be with your Kitty, who will flop for less than the price of a beer.

 

[Told you it was bad.  For explanation, every night when I get home,

Sheeba lets out a several little mews, and then proceeds to flop on the

carpet at my feet for an extreme belly rub :o)]