Looking for a new home

I came out to the Northwest to make sure things would be good for the Don. I am not sure if I really like it out here. Things are green and smell so, I dunno, fresh. I miss the brown skies of New Jersey.
On the other hand, there is a quaint little town over here that looks and smells a little like home. They call it Tacoma.
I looked at some homes down there. Many I liked had dirt floors which come in handy when you need to 'plant' something. The people are also friendly. Many waved indicating that I was #1. They also had a pleasant word or two for me. My reputation must proceed me for knowing how to make people get lost. They kept calling me loser. Thanks guys.

Waking up this morning, I knew I had to go do some errands. I had to find some heavy shoes in a size 9 1/2 for a special friend of mine. Going to the hardware store on such a lovely day got my mind thinking of the important questions of life.
1. Which came first, the shotgun or the shell?
2. How much trunk room is there in a Prius?
3. Who will be on Oprah today?

Poetry time

Hickory Dickory Dock
The rat stared at my glock
He tried to run
That stupid Bum
And that's how Hoffa was shot.