To say:" I love you, but I'm not ready for a commitment
yet." Try a bouquet of shrinking violets, very loosely arranged.

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To say: "I love you, but that stupid cat has to go!"

Try an attractive arrangement of pussywillows with catnip.

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To say: "I need my space, babe!" Try a dozen bachelor's-buttons

wrapped in tinfoil

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To say: "I'm really into you. Let's get on with it!" Try a bunch of impatiens

hastily wrapped in newspaper.

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To say: "Would you marry me ? I think I'm ready!" Try a spray of

jack-in-the- pulpits wrapped in white paper.

***

The crayfish had a ball in May,

Invited all the crustaceans in the bay,

When it was finally over,

They were all in clover,

And were made into etouffee.

My thanks to Dave Hambidge (hambocentral.blogspot.com) for including

me in his e-book, Blogging for Newbies, as one of the

"Best of the Newer Fiction Blogs."

The Count is honored.

Oh, dress my lady in puce and green,

Give her a mirror and watch her preen.

She's adorable in her glitz and glitter,

And extremely proficient in Twitter.

Count Sneaky

MONIQUE

Lovely Monique had a physique,

Everyone thought came from a boutique,

So, she decided to show them all,

And that Fall came to the Ball,

Wearing nothing

At all.

Count Sneaky

MOVE OVER, ROVER!

Don't fret, don't fuss, don't even cuss.

Your house is big enough for both of us!

I know its your domicile,

But it's only for a while.

Until she gets over her hissy fit,

You and I, Pal, will just sit.

***

When you get thrown out the door,

It's nice to own a big Labrador.

So, move over, Rover.

Move over, Friend!

Tomorrow, we will be back in the den

***

Count Sneaky