The navel gazing ramblings of J9. Mom, Photographer, Liberal.
The Pacific NorthwestIs familiar to meA few years agoI too lived by the sea.It rains a great dealIn your part of the landI'm guessing it's rain gearI am taking a stand!
It has to be for fuzzy wuzzy wuz a bear,If I wasn't bald, I would pull out my hair.
It might be the intestines of a kitten,Or, is it possibly a mitten?
It could have drifted in from a wreck,Or could it be one of those things you put around your nect When it is cold,Or should I be so bold?
My next guess, to pick up the pace,Is a mask with holes for your face.But, I'm thinking it may be very small,But became blurry when you expasnded it all.
Audrey is very nearon where it goes I fearI dare say Gordon I would hidewearing kitten intestines, leaves me mortified.You could wear it on your handsthough the thought leaves me blandI wouldn't wear it round my necklest you think me feckless
I could not fit this on my face, and thanks for picking up the pace!
I cant tell if it is folded or maybe molded.I do know that you should be scolded!Is it a wader or a boot,Or it might be feathers from a coot.
It is not folded, but indeed it is moldedThink of whyYou would see the shape in outline
See the shape in outline!?I've focused better on a trout line.I once knew a girl named Tasha.Could it be her galoshas?
Not galoshesby goshes!But often today worn on decks on the bay
In Alaska we wear a cover over our shoes with spikes.Could it be a slip free covering or something of the likes?
It stands aloneas a shoe of it's ownnamed after the cousinof the lizzard found inFlorida's swampsnow you should get it!
A crock it is, I guess.Nothing more, nothing less?
A Croc indeed it surely beThat last clue was a gimmeNext time I shall be tougherCan you stnad muster?
You will find that I am relentless,Until I drive you senseless.My girl, I'll do you proud, Even if the whatzit is a cloud.
Thank you for the Whatzit.I don't know if I would have ever gotzit.I'll see you another day,When I'll ask, "Can J9 come out to play?"
Playing this game, it helps me laughand guess that it's an out of focus photographperhaps of someone's epitaph.
Too late again!
It is sexy undergarments. but then I am just a dirty old man with an active imagination.
Okay J9 now I feel like I need to visit the eye doctor :)
Me to Chef E!it's not fair!
Not in a million years would I have guessed that. You two are just too good, J9.
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