Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)


God came down from heaven
All the way to the earth
So that he could take a glimpse at my home
But when he came and took a glimpse at my home
Good was shocked to see the state that my home was in
My kitchen had dishes in the sink that I didn't had the time to wash it Last night
My dining room was full of dust on the floor
And also my living room was full of dust on the floor
But when God came into my bedroom he found mice runing around in my Bedroom also
But the next day I place the mouse trap everywhere in my house so that I Could catch them
Believe me the mouse trap worked very well
Because I caught with it all the mice
And I was happy and relieved at the same time

Submitted: Saturday, February 12, 2011
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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  • Colleen Courtney (6/20/2014 8:38:00 AM)

    It can be so easy to put off those everyday little pesky chores. But mice? ? ? Although cute I'd rather clean then share my home with them! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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