New King number one: clowns will go first.
They are the base of our army. Clowns: say "cheeese".
New King number one: we will nail the exits.
Fat cats: we will leave immediately! New King number one: naked!
New Queen number one: our husbands are writing history.
New Queen number two: hope no bad luck this time,
I won't open my bedroom door.
New Queen number one: he probably has ladders.
New Queen number two: I will sleep.
New King number two: new idea, we will catch fat cats when they are sleeping.
Things work better with my boo advise.
She is a tactic in strategic planning.
Sometimes I have to get into the house from the sealing on the top.
Then she says: oh, it must be you.
