IOM #32

Yesterday, I got in trouble again. Twice.

I went to visit my mom at The Club and saw a snazzy guy grabbing her butt. I pointed and yelled "Reacher! Reacher!" Dan Lazar, the manager, made me leave.

Things were better later. At home. Mom wore her robe with the red griffin. I massaged her feet, and we drank tea.

But at night, a moonbeam followed me, so I snuck into the old folk's home again. I took off my pants and got into an empty bed. Helicopters flew by, and I started making helicopter noises as loud as I could.

Alrighty then.


Anonymous said...

This is what happens when you take too many trips to the gin pail.

Anonymous said...

I love it. I'll have whatever the writer of that ditty is drinking.

Anonymous said...

This is my favorite so far.

Anonymous said...

Actually, this is what happens when you trip too many times on acid. Things just ain't the same ever again.

Hey - did anyone just see that giant spider over there?

Maggie Robinson/Margaret Rowe said...

YA market?