Monday Morning
A typical morning in my house,
is my brother sleeping in,
sure he set his his alarm clock,
but he gave it to his twin.
my sisters just a crying,
shes all smelly and all wet,
the tiny dog is hiding,
cause he has to go to the vets.
the cat is just a meowing,
waiting to be fed,
the newspaper is on the counter top,
waiting to be read.
mom is cooking breakfast and smoking up the house,
dad is checking mouse traps,
looking for that mouse.
we finally set down together,
get ready to eat,
when a strange yet foreign odor,
knocks us out,
it is my brothers feet!!!!!!!!!
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