On this Memorial Day, remember to never forget.
Not last night, but the night before,
Three tom cats came knocking on my door.
One had a fiddle, one had a drum,
One had a pancake stuck to its bum.
A couple nights ago, a variation of the above playground song came to mind. Take note, this isn’t a cute, nostalgic story where I want to skip rope and chant rhymes. It’s a doggone tale about a stinky tail. Something indeed stuck to one’s bum, but it wasn’t a pancake.
Before I started blogging as Part-Time Sunshine, I posted my tales on Facebook. This non-complaining, germy story popped up on my feed from March 4, 2014. I edited the piece (thankfully, my writing has improved) and added some visuals. Shine on!