Thursday, January 14, 2010

Confined-IF

It ate the sofa's stuffing,
  And left the house a mess.
After chewing up the carpet,
  It tore up my best dress.
It ate the kitchen table,
  the mower, and a tire;
Then hacked out a giant hair ball
  filled with chicken wire.
When it wallowed in the horse poop,
  It's feathers really stank
(Boy I'm glad I caught it
  Before it ate the propane tank).
It was being very naughty,
 And you may think it maligned,
But I for one am happy,
  Now that it's confined.

Another entry to Illustration Friday. If you haven't joined the group - you should. A new word to illustrate each Friday, and you get a week to complete the assignment. It really is a fun thing to do.

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