Bath time

No, not the wet sort of bath time

but the get-in-a-car and travel vast distances

while regularly asking whether we are there yet 

Bath time, as that is where The Madwoman's horse lives.

Flash with his nose

He looks in fine fettle -

although his nose seems to be getting vaster

along with his age (nearly 30: practically a dinosaur) 

Hairs? What hairs?

We went for a walk and the Madwoman kept saying

"Look! Hairs!"

We didn't think hair was very interesting 

so didn't bother to look very hard.

It was only after we found the really good sniffs

that we realised we had missed spotting some giant rabbits.

We blame the Madwoman for distracting us

by burbling on about hairs.

 

Oh you mean the giant bunnies?