This Thanksgiving, at least for those down be low, us Canadians have already been there done that you know, Bora Bora once more comes into view. These two really have no clue.
Fortune cookies you say?
For those do you actually pay?
Bring about a day,
With a single cliche.
Find peace too?
Who even knew?
Is there such a thing,
At any wing?
The cat is confused,
And still feels abused.
The white fluffy thing,
Is so not like me at my wing.
But I suppose being fake,
It can survive an earthquake.
Or an alien probe,
Above the globe.
So away we go once more,
As the two light hearted fools explore.
Irish Air gets a look.
Thanks to a fake book.
Wow, every time I say what next will come, these two drink more rum. Who knows what will come next down the pipe, maybe a dinosaur of some type? I guess we will just have to see what comes to pass next time with them and the fake representation of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on November 20, 2013 03:00