I've been shoved out in the back yard,
A bit ruff, don't you agree?
It's not that I've disgraced myself,
No,It's because SHE caught a flea!
Don't know what all the fuss is about,
I mean they don't bother me.
Any way I need the exercise,
It's a great way to have a good scratch.
Those crafty little blighters
They get right under my thatch.
I like to chase 'em out
To see how many I can catch.
I grabs 'em and bites 'em
And has my bit of fun.
When they see these gnashers,grrr,
You should see them try to hop and run.
Oh! there's one,oh! there's one,
Oh! there's another one.
He-llo!what's going on here then?
Aaarghh! that stuffs awful,smells really bad.
Oy, watch where you're spraying!
If you don't mind,I still want'a be a dad!
Sometimes these humans just don't care.
They drive me barking mad.
Howoooo, I'm fed up with all this palaver
I can't stand all this strife--.
Hang on-time to be 'mummies darling'.
Here comes his soppy wife.
The things you have to do to make them happy.
It really is a dog's life!
Palaver-fuss or bother
Copyright © SYLVIA Coulstock | Year Posted 2010
"Why," thought the cat,
"can I see through the glass,
but when I try to go through it,
it won't let me pass?"
"There are bugs out there,"
the cat thought to himself,
"yet to them, I'm as dull as
a book on a shelf!"
The cat shook his head,
"This is really too much!
There's two squirrels in the yard
and a bird in the brush."
"How much fun it would be,"
with a mew he announced,
"to hunt and to stalk and then
"Why, I'd shake them until
their necks were broke!
Maybe then," mused the cat,
"I'd be more than a joke."
"They'd be amazed by my prowess,"
he thought with a sigh,
"I'd torture them slowly and
they'd wonder why,"
"they never realized that
I was a threat,
while completely ignoring me
like I was their pet."
"I'd show them," he growled
as he laid on the sill,
"with them in my tummy,
I'd savor the kill."
"They'd show some respect,"
he thought with a yawn,
"I'd shown them who's king
of this yard and this lawn."
Head full of adventure,
he fell fast asleep,
safe in his house,
with plenty to eat.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
*Wild Thang Monkey
All the things' you wanted to
Know about a monkey
But, was afraid to ask.....
1. Never touch one in the wrong place......
2. Never let a monkey see you naked!
3. Never let the monkey know that
you are about the same thang
4. Never let him see you pet or
disrespect astray monkey!
5. Never let a monkey go first!
6. Never ride a monkey out of anger!
7. Never let a monkey know all
of your business........
8. Never monkey around with another monkey!
9. Never let a monkey see you apologize.
10. Alway's remember that monkeys' are
naughturnal. Never let them see you
monkey around with another monkey....
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
The way that you’re crying,
You sound like you’re dying…
You can’t get enough of that food!
And then, when I feed you,
You say, “I don’t need you!”
And you’re in another bad mood!
Stop trying to bite me!
I think that you might be…
A little too cruel and crabby!
No matter what I say,
I’ll adore you anyway!
You’ll always be my love, Tabby!
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007
You’re a devil in disguise
Yeah, your cruelty I despise
That fur coat is just your guise
I can see it in your eyes
With a snobby little hiss
You will snub away my kiss
Like a shadowy abyss
You will steal away my bliss
I can feel your icy glare
In the shadows as you stare
Reach to pet you, I don’t dare
For your patience is so rare
But tomorrow’s a new day
Maybe it’ll be okay
My bad luck will go astray
And together we will play
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007
My name is Princess Sneakers
though I'm better known as Boo.
My life was great before the "dogs"
A fact that's sad but true.
I was the first, then we got Dink
which was O.K. with me.
but once they started getting dogs
they ended up with three.
They chase me and abuse me
they're stupid and they drool
how I wish for the "good old days"
when Kitties had the rule!
I just want to eat and sleep
and to be left alone.
One day they'll all be sorry
'cause I'll run away from home!
In Memory of "Boo"
1/91 to 12/1/08
We'll miss you.
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2008
Hello, I am a praying mantis from the tropics,
a killer really, once I bit off the head of my lover;
and then I ate him, yummy and then I was caught,
I ended up in a pet store until one day she bought me.
I am a strange pet for a girl to have and love,
but it is so, few people realize we make amazing pets;
no weirder than a rat or ferret or snake.
My species is known for courage and fearlessness,
in ancient times we were considered supernatural gods;
but I have no powers except my praying posture,
I like to be perfectly still with my for arms folded in prayer.
Usually my girl feeds me small insects she finds,
once when I was on a stroll I reached into her goldfish bowl;
and ate her goldfish, oh my, was she upset with me,
I like to grip her finger with my long legs.
One day I escaped into the garden, oh delight,
I ate a bunch of bugs by ambush and camouflage;
you see I am the master of disguise,
I can blend into the foliage and any background.
My girl found me when I was trying to resemble a flower,
she said I was a giveaway with my two bulging eyes;
(and three small ones) darn it anyways, almost had freedom,
but in truth I love my girl and the lovely nest she made for me.
She has made it look like my tropical homeland,
with a heater and plants on which I crawl and pray;
there is never a lack of bugs to eat and I do love the light above,
so yes I am an odd pet for a girl to love;
but she calls me beautiful and that makes my wings flutter,
and I go into my praying poise for her to praise . . .
August 12, 2016
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016