August 16, 2006

the kitten of yore

How am I to ever get to the end of these mail packets if Mr.A.Cat keeps phoning in new limericks?

It's happened again..a mysterious call to Lim around 6 am, and here's the upshot of the down low:


Remember the kitten of yore
who favored the rich not the poor
political paws
to change all our laws
ain't that what the White House is for?

A.Cat


(Well, the White House IS being used that way, but he's not "of yore" yet! If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.)

Tonight Lim is promising one of his award-winning meals--Pickled Herring Pizza. Should be interesting.

8.16.06 10:45 am

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