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Mog

My cat wakes me up at five in the morning, needles me when I’ve already fed her, jumps onto the desk and blocks my view, sheds hair all over the place and leaves headless pigeons by the back door. Any love she shows is only expressed when her next meal is due. Does that count?

Cat

Poem of the year

My father sent me this, but did so knowing it was Glurge and with a view to my publishing it here. Which is great, because it is a bit of a winner.

 

Flowers

Baby

The computer swallowed Grandma,
Yes, honestly it’s true!
She pressed ‘control and ‘enter’
And disappeared from view.
It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.
I’ve searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I’ve even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.
In desperation, I asked Mr. Google
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found ‘online.’
So, if inside your ‘Inbox,’
My Grandma you should see,
Please ‘Copy, Scan’ and ‘Paste’ her,
And send her back to me
.
This is a tribute to all the Grandmas & Grandpas

who have been fearless and learned to use the Computer………

They are the greatest!!!

We do not stop playing because we grow old;
We grow old because we stop playing ..

NEVER Be The First To Get Old!