They are back and once more they are under attack. Someone really has it in for these two nuts. This one even references mutts. Or at least a mutt that old one eye knows about at her hut. Had to use that once more as the two light hearted fools explore.
Staring at the moon,
As it plays its tune.
One a loon,
The other needs a spoon.
When along comes a sound,
That isn't profound.
It is rather eerie,
And they are no longer cheery.
Old one eye is in view.
She is ugggggllyyy, between me and you.
And oh so cliche,
With the things she does say.
It is no wonder she hides away,
There at her stepping bay.
If a cyclops scares you,
Better avoid this view.
She even kills the poor cat,
It is fake though as it goes splat.
So here we are once more,
As the two nuts explore.
For at ugly, boney old hag she had a nice rack. That must be hard on her ancient back. Maybe the cat can find another dog to bring her back. I suspect to get some flack. But it had to come to pass. Old one eye is such an easy mark for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on December 06, 2013 03:00