Who Drank the Milk
SO WHO DRANK THE MILK
Thomas the cat let up such a stink last night wanting to go out 11 pm, I had no other choice, but; to let him out, where he then shot off across the road at speed, I was like what’s going on here, on the other side of the road he stopped, and I could see something near him scurrying across the road, a darn hedgehog and Thomas was leading it right up my front garden path, I ran in and got some cat milk and placed it near the front door, and the hedgehog sniffed at it, but; without drinking any of it, it then just potted off across my front garden into the hedgerow, then Thomas was away on his roams, I was thinking first you bring your daughter to my house and now you bring a flamin’ hedgehog, I left the cat milk out and came back in, Thomas did not return until 5.20 am, where the cat milk looked like it hadn’t been touched, but; by 7 am when I went out and checked on the milk, it had near gone, so who drank the milk . . .
Such a friendly thing,
not in the slightest perturbed,
a hedgehog arrives,
One whiff of the milk,
doesn't seem to want to know,
off the hedgehog goes.
But; morning arrives,
and, that milk was as near gone,
much to my surprise.
So, who drank the milk,
the hedgehog or a stray cat,
It's a strange one that.
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
"Thomas really does needs to lay off bringing all of his friends home" . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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