Posted by Loulou on Mar 30, 2016 | 6 comments

Oh, great, now they’re trying to do selfies. Oh, boy…

Oh, now they’re tryin’ to look all innocent and everything…

To be sung to My Boyfriend’s Back (whatever that is):

Well, the donks are back and they’re making lots of trouble.

Hey-la, hey-la, those donks are back.

They’re eatin’ mama’s oatmeal and they eat it on the double (Yes, she took them HER private box of oatmeal!)

Hey-la, hey-la, the donks are back.

HEY…just look what they are doin’.

Uh, oh, they’re billin’ and they’re cooin’. (Some of you probably don’t know what that means, use your imagination)

I’d better watch my back or we’ll have an altercation,

Hey-la, hey-la, the donks are back.

It seems that I should take a very permanent vacation.

Hey-la, hey-la, the donks are back.

Hey, they’re tryin’ to kiss my mama!

Hey, they’re nibbling her pyjama!

Hey-la, hey-la, those donks are back!

(Actually she did NOT have on pyjamas when she went to feed them and I don’t think even they would eat pyjamas, but it’s the only word I could think of that rhymed.)

So, basta, that’s my song for today and those donks had better learn their place in our lives because I thought we had a respite from their hee-haw at 6AM and having them slobber all over mama just because she scratches their little dumb donkey heads, but oh, no, now all mama can talk about is how the donkeys are sooooo cute and sooooo smart and sooooo affectionate.

HEY, that’s not a donkey!  That’s Pompinette, the mule, trying to horn in on mama’s affections.

I mean, would YOU kiss this?

Well, I’ll show you affection, you traitor! You Jezebel!

And I’ll get off your tummy when I feel like it.  Got it?