The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
A poem from Hudson Lane.
Ruffled feathers and grouchy mugs
The boys showed up, like a gang of thugs
They didn’t wait to be asked
They sat on our porch and simply basked
With the sun in our yard and the dry cob in the bowl
They pecked and they ate which was their goal
When all was left but the seedless hull
The sun it set and the moon was full
The Toms went home, to the trees in the woods
And we were left with the mess of these ungrateful hoods
Funny and cute. 🥰 Enjoyed!
Cute!