Red Hat

Not a commie Lover of red, Not a rebulican Liberal, Lovrr of women, There.so fine, Haven’t had a new.hat in years , Just a Trekie, Nerdie poet, Empath writer, Soft butch. Jew in a red, Hat with a pin from Pennies hubby, Not to be .confused with, A neo nazi trump suppored, Its.just me, DonningContinue reading “Red Hat”

My words,

We don’t chew on babues at our house, Take that to a different room, I don’t care to wat h yiu have sex, Leaving,leavibg, Going,going, Now,do it now! Stop that! I’m going to throw water on you! Shit I still have no squurt gun! Imagine.thia.is.coldbwater,! No, I’m not going to feed you! Stop pooping onContinue reading “My words,”

No surprise

Ask Goggle how to get invoved in our LGBTQ Rights! Goggle is as helpful as when you ask seeking elderly lesbians, Goggle sends you to porn! We are not porn! Anyone in Iowa who actually assist Iowan LGBTQ who want to be apart of our history! Real information I was seeking, We have enough sicko’s!

Beans

Beans, Beans, Any thing you wat if you have kittens becomes desirable, Yes, Even beans, I was overly concerned due to the fact they were hot, Not the kittens, My microwaved baked bean, Several kittens were jossling for position of not me persay, My beans , No ,not me ,my pint of baked beans, NowContinue reading “Beans”

Up all night

No kittens yet Love the history held in letters read on YouTube, Ken Burns did much when he brought to others attention the importance of letters, December 2014,after fire set in our laundry room by my half sister, Tool to force our mom who said seventy times a week No I am not leaving myContinue reading “Up all night”

Side by side

Rose to bring Lady my near but not started female into my so I can keep an eye on her, I had a rethink when I got down the hall, I placed the recycled doggie kennle now kitty time out room beside Lilly, Figuring Lilly’s baby noises might induce labor for Lady, Prince was onContinue reading “Side by side”

Giggling with fear

Feeding older cats, Before kittens could see, When climbing is bizzarre, My wrist feels like flayed,kitten finger nails, Sharper then polished glass, And I have no time to scream, So I move the bowl here and there, From what Penny said to me at midnight it sounded sevond read that I’m lavish with the cannedContinue reading “Giggling with fear”

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