Another Poem

Twinkle twinkle (not-so) little Fran
Go see Brindi while you can
The rules you just cannot abide
So NO MORE Brindi at your side.

Poor Brindi--No muzzle, no lead
Don't blame her; SHE can't read
Open window--out she goes
To her death--owner KNOWS.

But she doesn't really care
That it all happened there
Groceries, PayPal, friends in Gulf
Write some nasty vicious stuff

Gives her a thrill & she can't wait
Gets off on that stuff--so full of hate
She got kicked out on her can
Write & call and lie and plan

To make others as badly off as she
Didn't work--each paid back times THREE
Wait--don't rush. Let them come to YOU
Surprises arriving -- and you CANNOT sue!

Ha Ha Ha & Tee Hee Hee
I'd hate being you--love being ME.

Repent--the end is near. Well, if not THE end, at least YOUR end.