Crash,chink,blink

Sounds a hundred year old bed pot makes, Crash, Chink, Blink, In the kitchen, A little hand me down table sits, Brassing my crappy unclosable cupboard closed, Upon a shelf underneath, Rest a bed pot, Mom bought at a sale long time ago, My youngest cat loathes it, So every now and then, From outContinue reading “Crash,chink,blink”

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