2011 - Day 276

Hands free hands down
Rolly polly's roll around
I struggle when I speak to her
While pill bugs roll up on the ground,
A dash of this a dash of that
The dish I make for her is crap,
I wish I could just roll away
And live again another way,
I'd be the master of the rolling
They'd all respect the master polly,
Instead she tries the food and fakes it
At least shes happy that I made it,
Can I ask for more? Of course
But that would steer me far off course,
Much thankful in the end.