Now is the season of Jim's discontent
Made scary summer by these pops and bangs;
And all the clouds of sulphur smoke upon our house
In the deep basement of home he hides buried.
Now Jim bounds with fearful leaps;
His stubby legs scramble for places unseen;
His once stern manner chang’d to nervous glances,
These dreadful pyrotechnics causing frightful dances.
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| Jimmy's Kryptonite |
In case you are worried....Puppy pictures will return tomorrow. I still have lots to share!
