herbiehancock

No Spaghetti Just two red socks remained hanging on the line. The old farmer lady took in all the rest. Not quite dry in the toe and the heel, they were left behind by an overnight guest. She found them balled up in a corner of the room. The smell? Mercy! It was the worst she ever knew! She threw them in with the Wednesday wash, and hung them out against the sky so blue. She also found, left behind by her guest, some restaurant spaghetti and bread. She tossed it outside for the squirrels to eat dumping it in a heap by the flower bed. Flying overhead a hungry blackbird saw the pile of spaghetti and bread below. Came swooping by for a closer look, dipping and circling and moving slow. A sudden gust of wind caught the bird off guard. He was flying too close to the socks hung to dry. The wind blew a sock loose from its pin, whirled it into the face of the bird going by. Down out of the air, the old blackbird tumbled. Squawking loud raucous complaints. He didn't like getting his feathe...