It’s getting personal now it seems.

A request of sorts. Or was it a promise? Or a threat?

There once was a woman from Maine

loved her dog but it drove her insane

ate her chairs and the sofa

soiled her husband Bill’s loafer

doleful eyes insist he’s not to blame

Again, and this is the second time I have had to clarify such a matter in the last few days, but it is the dog that insists it was not to blame and not husband Bill.  I am pretty sure Bill likes the dog and wouldn’t/culdn’t possibly pass solids into his own best loafer’s just to discredit the dog.  Thinking about it I am not sure how easy it would be to soil one’s own shoe.  It would take a serious effort to land anything inside it I am sure.  Well if anyone has any insights into such things please feel free to share.






Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

7 thoughts on “It’s getting personal now it seems.”

  1. Hopefully Linda will read it soon and she will be able to enlighten us on the matter. I think I probably need to get back to doing some proper writing really

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  2. Haha!! Bill appreciates your insisting (almost) that he didn’t soil his own loafers. Walter, on the other hand, would like to let you know that now everything even remotely possible to blame on a dog is now Greta’s fault. She is the junior dog (so he thinks) so he can pass the blame on down the line. Shit falls downhill, after all!

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