The king was in the counting house

huronCounting out his money.

Note to self. Tomato plants. If Mouse has not already checked them.

The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey.

T.G.I.F. Man oh man, I was soooo happy for this day to end. I was actually annoyed at work today. I don’t often feel that way. And no, it isn’t anything worth gossiping about, you of wagging tongues. Just taaaarrred and need a bit of a break.

The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes.

Is this The Planet Ann Arbor or is it Portlandia? Our city is overrun with deer. Sharpshooters or contraceptives? Guess which alternative our city council chose? And what do you do if you encounter a deer in your yard at That Batscope Hour? Hmmmm? Do tell.

Along came a blackbird and nipped off her nose.

G’night. KW.

4 Responses to “The king was in the counting house”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I love Portland, so I would probably love Ann Arbor. 🙂 I am tired too, for different reasons.

  2. Marquis Says:

    Free Bill now!

  3. Sam Says:

    More free-verse, KW!

  4. Pooh Says:

    I was surprised by a deer running across the road, right on or near the boundary of the city of St. Louis. It’s that time of year.