My followers are discriminating.
One could almost say they were hating,
All ‘gators and snakes.
Slimy things from a lake,
Score low on their animal rating.
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To die at the hand of a bear,
Or anything else with hair,
Is a preferable fate,
So strong is their hate.
They’d happily hide in his lair.
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I introduce Harvey my friend.
He’s cuddly and docile to tend.
I liked him on sight.
He wouldn’t dare bite.
Do you think that I am ‘round the bend?
A lunch date at eleven thir – tee,
With Ingrid of LiveLaughRV,
Had us both in stitches,
With laughter like riches,
A friendship was destined to be.
I’d never done this before.
It certainly wasn’t a bore.
Ingrid’s met lots of folks,
So I said, “okey doke!
Let’s meet up and tell tales some more.”
We’d never laid eyes on each other.
Our blogs were anonymous cover.
The gravatar pics,
Were enough for a fix,
On each other to clock one another.
We giggled like girls of thirteen,
Taking selfies after a preen.
Our lunches got cold.
The waitress did scold.
That’s a lie. She’s a sweet, young thing.
I hope we can meet up once more,
Our blog trials to further explore.
We had lots to say,
But there’s more to convey,
Of both of our USA tours.