It never loses its spots, the saying goes.
But does it lose its debts?
Come here, I call to my youngest son.
What did you lie about today?
On the table, a grain of rice lies wasted.
But, no! The table will eat it.
Watching the crow, I wish I had wings.
Already, my mouth is beak-shaped.
After dinner, time to do the dishes;
the cracks of the evening are showing.
(c) Ella Wagemakers, 20.49 Dutch time (= 14.49 EST in the US)