That moanday starts with tons of rain,
the laundry is wet and my mommas brain.
She cursed and screamed around with fret
for laundry and fur what are soaking wet.
My dirty paws on the weather I blame
I wiped them in bed, she said that’s a shame…
But I don’t matter her hue and cry
better a new umbrella I buy…
The old one is ruined by a guy named dad…
wait till she sees that, bet she goes mad…
An ODE TO WATER my poem I will call,
have a super MOANDAY all.
The poem now to mom I will show,
and then I run, her level of humor is low…
Oh wait, wait, wait…. Before I buzz off I have an announcement:
SARGE’S SAFETY WEEK starts today, hop over and see a lot of cool events :o)