(In the style of Momma's blog friend, Pat Hatt, and his famous rhyming cat.)
Listen my friends, and you shall hear,
From my cutiepatootie rhyming rear,
(But only by bending near)
Why my poor Momma isn't here.
It isn't that she didn't want to be,
But she had to cede the writing over to me;
It's just like this you see...
Her tummy is waving like the sea.
It happens when her insulin goes up,
Then she doesn't even want to sup;
Although she does remember to feed this pup!
But she won't even look at an innocent cup.
She'll be fine in a day or two,
And come back to write at her zoo;
She'll be so happy to visit you...
But meanwhile, she just waves from the......loo.
So Momma is still smiling, a rather greenish smile but it's still pretty, and she'll be back as soon as her body adjusts. She says it's just a 'blip', whatever that is. I wonder if I can eat it? My Momma's kind of funny, whenever she brings me my food I wag my tail and think: