Morning Pedro! How's things on the poop front, me little favourite pre-school kittie?
Nom nom nom!
You already make your Unkel Paddy very proud, just by being you.
Paddy is just off investiggeratin his garden, but he asked me to share this. I was looking for things for him yesterday, and came across this little poem which we liked a lot and thought you would too. The One-Fang Gang (and Buster gets a mention!)
Like soldiers at the Cenotaph
The one-fang gang stands tall
And woe betide you if you laugh
For they have seen it all.
Old Buster,
Bruiser, Billy-Boy,
And Thomas, Tinker, Ted,
Have fought with tigers in their time
And scared them half to death.
Now some have just the upper right
And some the bottom left;
While others have a gummy grin
And dribble down their chests.
Though years have gone, and also teeth,
Those boys dream on undaunted;
But in those dreams of past campaigns
Full sets of teeth are flaunted.
~ Heather Smith ~