Today’s topic: The Great Shed. It’s happening right now in my house. My FODs are complaining about it, and so, I wax poetic about their sorrows.
Spring is upon us.
My hair migrates far away
All over the house.
Your ice cream tastes sweet.
You feel something on your tongue.
Yes, it’s my fur. Yes.
I lick myself clean.
But now I must purge the waste.
Good luck finding it.
How do you handle The Great Shed in your house? Do you shed proud and free, or do you hide it in the closet? Do you have a haiku about it? Share with me.