Twas some months after Christmas
And all through the house
The traps were all baited
Awaiting the mouse.
These traps were all filled
With mousie delights
Peanut butter, bacon
All foods they would bite.
Each evening the husband
completed his rounds
And came back to report
No animal found.
The scurring of mouses
Departed the rooms
And few little poopies
Were found with the brooms.
The husband who worried
About mouses pain
Completely and totally
Wanted their bane.
He wanted and hoped
That the trap and its snack
Would catch our dear mousie
And snap its back.
I have come to believe
Our mice did depart
But not from a trap
From disease of the heart.
They ate and they ate
And they exercised not
Alas modern science
Predicted heart rot.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The bad news.
Marguerite's dog, Nanoq died Thursday. He got the bloat and could not be saved so Marguerite held him and told the vet to put him down.
Marguerite is desolate.
I keep crying.
My last post was about our effort to have some moments of laughter last night.
I wasn't going to say anything but when I see him on the blog pictures I can't not but explain that the pictures are all we have left of him. He was a gentle spirit.
Marguerite is desolate.
I keep crying.
My last post was about our effort to have some moments of laughter last night.
I wasn't going to say anything but when I see him on the blog pictures I can't not but explain that the pictures are all we have left of him. He was a gentle spirit.
Today
Yesterday the weather changed. It does a lot of that in the Ohio River Valley. My hands and wrists began to ache, and ache and ache. I went into the kitchen and asked John or Marguerite to open our medicine repository. When we designated those shelves for possibly fatal substances we naturally had the children in mind. The children are grown and I never could reach for the muti. I used a footstool which has disappeared into the nether world. So John opened the cabinent and I pointed at a plastic bottle and said, "Please give me the blue stuff."
John and Marguerite shook with laughter. John was wandering around saying "Yonder sits the blue stuff"
and Marguerite and he were blackening my character, antecedents and mental decline."
It took far too long to direct my brilliant husband to the container with the name "Blue Stuff" blazoned across it. I took it into the living room and started putting it on my aches.
They were still laughing when I picked up a book and blocked them from my mind.
John and Marguerite shook with laughter. John was wandering around saying "Yonder sits the blue stuff"
and Marguerite and he were blackening my character, antecedents and mental decline."
It took far too long to direct my brilliant husband to the container with the name "Blue Stuff" blazoned across it. I took it into the living room and started putting it on my aches.
They were still laughing when I picked up a book and blocked them from my mind.
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