House Detective
Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,
we are all biting our nails. Who done it we ask~was it the whales, waiting for the next scene and details. The door bell rings, who can it be~we all chimed in like kings. There was no door bell ringing in the TV show, Mr. Orange got up to see who was at our door,
a few minutes later he returned with a roar. We asked~who was at the door for fun, Mr. Orange said~no one. With tomato sauce running down his chin, the evidence was in. Mr. Orange had eaten the whole pizza with a grin, John must re-order one for us or we will become thin. Never leave Garfield alone with a pizza box, he just cannot help himself when it comes with lox. As the writer and house detective there is no doubt, I have just figured this one out.
Date Written: 7/19/2022
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