SOD #6

SOD

Now how could I resist that!

The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching.
The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers,
“Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!

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If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.

I should have been a fencer.

Drive entry, broken top rail

I was going to write a rhyme about the cost of needing a new fence
but i can’t because my brain is feeling much too dense.

the end,  maybe … depends on the brain really

i should have been a fencer
the pay seems pretty good
the supplies grow all around me
’cause they are mainly made of wood.

yeah … definitely needs a less dense brain to get this one going.