Dear all of JudyJudith’s dear fretting friends, concerned colleagues and curious creatures,
As you know I keep getting schlepped to the doctor’s office.
They slap a magnetized computer thingey over me and it is so annoying that my own heart speeds up. Then they download every memory that I’ve ever had and pry into my private life. They know where I’ve gone, what I’ve done AND HOW IVE DONE IT! I tell you I have no privacy. It’s like being on Reality TV. I wouldn’t be surprised if I am faced with identity theft sometime in the future.
Well, my point is – I want you all to know that JudyJudith is doing better now that they’ve slowed me down. She still complains about being tired. She is so self-absorbed that she doesn’t even ask about my feelings. I’m doing better too because my batteries aren’t being used up and I will live a longer life. I will better be able to keep up my appearance now that I have more leisure time. Since I won’t be running (around) as much, I asked her to take me to a plastic surgeon for a bit of lipo around my hips She said no.
Here are MY haikus. I normally prefer the dramatic arts.
Tallulaikus, by Tallulah Pacehead
Stuck and trapped inside
Implanting does that to you
I long to run free
I’m green with envy
You humans have it so good
Be very thankful