Lavinia, dressed in leopard print,
And Leopold in stripes,
Were destined to collide and clash,
Descend to snips and snipes—
She drinks her coffee black; he sips
Sweet tea with heaps of cream,
And every conversation
Escalates to near a scream—
Yet every fray defuses and
Dissolves in hugs and tears,
For they’ve adored each other
Through four-dozen blissful years.
And some of us are merely fools. 🙂 Good one!
I consider myself a charter member of both groups! 😉
Thanks, Kathryn. G’night!. 🙂
This is amazing… I love to read you and your art touches dear Kathryn, Thank you, love, nia
My dear Nia, I thank you for your kindness as always!
Very delightful, Kathryn! Yes, most of us are fools for love! 🙂 xoxo
Ain’t it grand?!
All’s well that ends well! Wonderful, Kathryn. XO
And there can be no finer end than finding people to love. 🙂