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Bandit of My Heart

Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?

You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale

Floor all messy, the counters, too
Paw prints that led straight to you

But while I had a penance planned
You're far too sweet to reprimand

Looking slumberous in your slouch
Reclining leisurely upon the couch

Soon you'll close those kitty eyes
And off you'll scamper to fantasize

Such fuzzy mitts you'll fuzzily flail
While prizing creatures, (and your tail)

I can't help query what you'll scheme
While making mischief in your dream

Though doubts, have I, it can't outdo
The pranks you pull while being You

But antics granted, here you'll stay
Because I'd have you no other way

So while you're "Plunder-On-All-Fours"
You've plundered, too, this heart ...

That's yours. <3

** FIRST PLACE in the "Picture Prompt: Write Me Something Funny" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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Today it’s Sally’s birthday party; she’s the star of the show She’s a lovely little girl and all her friends are invited to go They arrive on the doorstep with presents in their hand Wearing their best clothes, oh don’t they look so grand Excited children are entertained by Coco the clown She’s jolly person but her face wears a sad frown Coco blows up balloons and amazing animals are created The children clutch them eagerly; they simply are elated The dining table is laden with glorious treats Sandwiches, crisps, cakes and biscuits to eat Sally’s birthday cake is shaped like a cute little cat Cats are her favourite animal; her kitten is called Pat The children sing ‘happy birthday’ and Sally makes a wish Her mum cuts up the pretty cake and serves it on a dish After tea is over a magician arrives to entertain He’s called The Great Suprendo but it’s not his real name! The magician does lots of magic tricks, the children think he’s ace When he produces a fluffy rabbit they have a smile on their face Soon the party is over and its time for the children to go home Sally had a wonderful time but now she’s sad as she’s now alone Secretly hiding in the kitchen is the Great Suprendo He gives her the rabbit, her shrieks of delight reach a crescendo! Mummy and daddy had planned this birthday surprise Sally is so happy that tears spring into her eyes Daddy had made the rabbit a wooden rabbit hutch Sally is overjoyed, and names her pet rabbit Butch Contest: The Birthday Party Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron 01~31~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Animal Antics

I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets!  Ay caramba! And guess what?

To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!

They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?

Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!

Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.

And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!

Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . . 

to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!

I wrote this April 22, 2013 after hearing a news story about a guy who actually believed he had bought a poodle when it was a ferret on steroids! See above for the link to the news footage! 

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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thoughtful paws

Place your hand upon my coat,
Watch me shiver so,
Pure ecstasy with you I feel,
Through my eyes I touch your soul.

For ill be there at your waking,
My tail, wagging to and fro.
In the evening bring you comfort,
When the days, stress has took its toll.

Can there be a friend so loyal,
Who will be there when you call?
In this ever changing world,
Some things never change at all.

Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2012

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My Misty arrived as a cute bundle of fur With electric blue eyes and a very loud purr She was a birthday present especially for me We’d snuggle up together; she’d sit on my knee Misty’s favourite toy was a clockwork mouse She’d chase this fluffy toy all over the house Kit e cat chunks was her preferred choice of food She’d gobble it up; with her white teeth she chewed On her feet she had black pads and razor sharp claws She was always so careful where she placed her paws! Misty’s silver grey fur was so soft and so warm A great protection for her when out in a storm Over time Misty grew she’d venture out the front door She’d chase after wild birds – pussycats birds abhor! I recall the day Misty left a dead mouse by the door Just a head and entrails (I’d never seen these before) Misty just loves playing and having such fun She adores being outdoors in the heat of the sun Fiction write For the love of kittens Contest Sponsored by Brenda Chiri-Carroll 01~08~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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Murphy's Gone

My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”

Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Skittles the Escape Artist

Oh, finely feathered fellow
with plumage of green and yellow,
your Houdini-esque abilities
and astounding circus-like agilities
make my flabby jowls drop with surprise
at how easily your hooked beak can prise
any dwarf-sized opening in your cage,
to open so easily, under your gauge.
Your stuffed, fat, feathered body can
fit through anything. Yes, I'm a fan.
Your squeaky, squawky, shrill talking
lets me know my efforts you're mocking
as I try to burglar proof your cage
as you shriek at me in indignant rage.
You really should hope that I succeed
because if I don't, the cat you'll feed.

~~~ for Suzanne's Synathroesmic  Cat contest ~~~

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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A Rat's Tale

My two pet rats so cheeky and slight,
 One brown and one black and white,
Who live only a short age
 Rattlin' around in their cage!
I love their soft smooth coats
 And large bulbous scrotes,
That long ratty tail that grows -
 Big eyes and ears and twitchin' nose!
Jumpin' and playin' and runnin' -
 So adventurous and so cunnin'!
Always fastidiously cleanin',
 Primpin' and groomin' and preenin',
Or on the loose goin' AWOL
 In the lounge room or down the hall
Busy chasin' and busy hurryin',
 And busy climbin', hidin' and scurryin'!
Hear them up the Christmas Tree
 Jinglin' and janglin' - a joy to see,
Or on the sofa playful and bolder
 Huddlin' on my shoulder,
Scamperin' down my shirt and sleeve 
 Furry heads in and out weave,
Yes, truly I am a lover of all
 God's creatures great and small.
My gorgeous little rats so loved by me...
 One called Hunter, one called Karmy!

Dedicated to my two wonderful rats,
      Hunter and Karmichael.

                June 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015

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(New story about Otis)

There's a window over there 
And a man sits in an easy chair 

Warmth radiates from the comfortable scene 
But outside there's s snow storm quite mean

Ice hangs in patches from branches and fences 
Against such weather there are no defenses

But on close inspection one would notice
Under the man's window a small dog 
named Otis

Not allowed in the warm house the man has a 
rule about that
Why would a man do such a thing to a pet 

Otis, quite a small dog to meet a cruel end
Expired from cold but dog house sign did amend

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2015

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[I wrote this one when I was a school boy - it's my stab at the shortest poem in the world ever]

Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2013

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Rugby Shows Tricia Who's Boss

A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.

We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.

Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.

He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.

Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.

They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Tricolored Cat

Cindy the tricolored cat 'pon my soft lap sat
Just a gentle touch turns her purr on and sharp claws dig fast
A ferocious distant barking heard as it comes near
Cindy the tricolored cat sharp claws dig in scaring fear
Cindy cools her furry body by lying down
'Pon damp leaves cool from the moist earth ears perked listens for sounds
Constant, careful, considering every small move
The hunter feels hunted but always ready to improve  

Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Contest: The Synathroesmic Cat Contest'
A form of polter's measure rhyming couples with 12/14 syllable count

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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A Hamster Named Wiskers

On new years eve you came to me
in a little cage as cute as could be

so happy and full of life you were
with a little pink nose and soft  brown fur

everyday in your cage you would run on the ground
or inside your ball you would spin round and round

making everyone laugh with your soft little squeak 
in my palm you would sleep looking so sweet

but on christmas eve when you closed your eyes
while laying in my hand you did not wake to my cries

you stayed very still as if just in sleep
I pulled you to my chest and started to weep 

In my mind swam pictures of what we had done
that one year of your life had been full of much fun

that's when my mom came in and saw you there
my dad took you from me with the greatest of care

I wanted to bury you out in the lawn
but my dad said no and then you were gone

Goodbye wiskers your story may end
but  I will still count you my very best friend


Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

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Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks

                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing

                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty

                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said

                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury

Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too

                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome

                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet

                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast

Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy

Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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Ham hock and Bacon

My uncle Dran was an odd sorta man 
who never much cared for livestock.
But wouldn't you know he kept a pig he loved so, 
and named the fat thing, Ham hock.

Of little he cared but for the pig's dinner fare 
and a desire to keep him from block.
No butcher you'd see would stand a chance or a plea, 
to separate Dran and Ham hock.

One day on a walk came a squeal and a squawk 
as they passed a farmland flock.
As a sow named Bacon took to squalling and chasing, 
to the delight of old Ham Hock.

Bacon was bought after a hard bargain fought, 
she was Dran's hog for the takin.
And never could one part, the sow and the old fart, 
know as Ham Hock and Bacon.

To this day down the lane, if you travel again. 
there's a legend for books in the makin.
For the piglets o' plenty, of the pigs, Dran has many, 
cause he won't eat Ham hock or Bacon.


Pink Domino Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Placed 10th

Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2016

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When Summoned by My Queen

My Callie was a queen, chocolate with caramel swirled. The inside of our house was all of her little world. With her tummy feeling empty, she’d come by dawn’s first light, and delicately creep on small feet like socks of white. She’d get up very close to me, to summon me from bed If I were slow to feed her, her white paws would bat my head! Written by Andrea Dietrich Tribute for out calico, who died from cancer at age 18 several years ago. For the Contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Six Lines of Poetry, Please

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Little Lad and Big Dog


Little lad and big dog I saw
What a pair walking in the meadow

Excitement shows on their faces
As they ran in every places

Best friend forever never be apart
Loyalty and love keeps in their heart

Little lad take care of this fine beauty
A big dog is jumping and very happy

A perfect pair to see and to behold
Welcome to their own colorful world

June 21, 2013
For Seren’s “Little Lad and Big Dog” Contest

Copyright © MariaDiding SajSam | Year Posted 2013

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Furbaby Love

Talk about your unconditional love.
These furball babies were sent from above.

When I come home they greet me at the door.
Then run and tag each other 'cross the floor!

I love to watch them on their window perch.
With wide-eyed wonder on a squirrel search.

Or watching birdies fly past their domain.
On sharp alert they listen to the rain.

Such comfort I get when I'm sick or sad.
When they climb in my lap I can't feel bad.

For special treats they get some kitty nip.
I roar with laughter as I watch them flip!

Just can't imagine life without these two.
That they enrich my world's so very true!

Written by Deb Wilson -November 2nd 2011
*for contest"Write Me A Happy Poem"
sponsored by Francine Roberts

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011

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Bunnys Go Wiild

Two little bunnies hopped on the Ark
They got up to mischief after dark

It wasn't long more bunnies came along
They all sang the hippy hop song

We like to make love we're not about war
If the ships rocking don't open the door

After forty days and forty nights
So many bunnies it just wasn't right

Noah decided he must segregate
Their appetites he could not satiate

When they got hungry they ate bunny stew
By the time they landed there were just two

Noah's Ark Contest

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Pet Sit Panics

<                                             Dam Dog !

                                               What a hog !

                                               Ate Cousins Dope !

                                               And Started To Choke !

                                                Starry Eyes !

                                                Wobbly Thighs !

                                                To Vet !

                                               250 Dollars I Bet !


                                               More Test !

                                               They Suggest !

                                                Hell No !

                                               Let's See How It Goes !

                                               Just Needs Sleep !

                                              And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !

Entry For
Sharon Tideswell
Pet Sit Panic's Contest




Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

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My First Pet

Tiny was my first pet and the very same age as I.
With no concept then of life or death, I had no thought she’d die.

A  shorthaired, fox terrier dog, with black spots on coat of white,
she was with me when I learned to walk and stayed with me day and night.

Her breed was bred for ground hunting, all badgers need beware.
She’d dig her way into their dens and trap them in their lair.

I didn’t want her hunting them, but she would disobey.
Daddy told me not to blame her, it was just her terrier way.

She would wait for me so patiently when I spent my time in school,
and greet me with a furious wag, so happy she would drool.

And so it went for thirteen years. She was my little pal.
She loved all of the family, but I was her special gal.

She became deaf in her old age, although I didn’t know it.
She was so good at reading minds, she truly didn’t show it.

One day she wandered on the road and didn’t hear the car 
that in  younger years she would have heard when coming from afar.

I missed my special little friend, and long and hard I cried.
That I'd lost a part of my young life, simply could not be denied.

We buried her there on the old farm where in life she liked to roam
and every badger thereabouts was safer in his home.

Since then I have had many dogs and though I loved the rest,
since Tiny was my very first, perhaps I loved her best.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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Cruel Hearted Greedy People

My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
 My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.

The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
 I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler. 

So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
 It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!

You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
 What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.

I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
 Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?

Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
 You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.

Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
 There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".

What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
 If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.

She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
 With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009

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My Kitty The Dreamer (Crystal)

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day

A king of her domain strength and pose a simple gift of prestige
very few shall ever touch, no other shall come close to her league

With white boots in the moon light slinky and smooth 
a true heart of a gangster with something to prove

A beast of an arrogant notion, a lioness in the midst of the hunt searching for her prey
my clever satin love cunning and pure robed in a coat of armor with accents of grey

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day 

Written By Rick Parise

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2010

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My Furballs Of Love

I should have named them Frick and Frack
One's so laid back and one is wack!

But each kitty brings me special joy
My little girl and giant boy

Never was blessed with kids you see
So my cats mean the world to me

They don't care if my hair's not right
That without makeup I look a fright

At times I have a messy house
They just play with their catnip mouse

The kitties don't judge-they just adore
I really couldn't love them more!

    by Deb Wilson 
   for cat poems contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010

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My Lady

My cat is a lady. How delicately she creeps along the bed Until, softly purring, she settles on my head! Written by Andrea Dietrich For David Williams' Twenty / Twenty Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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The Letter, 1660

These rustling humans, how they jabber!
With their smudged and crinkling ink dabber

I lie here resting while their investing
Their moments in this blabbered pestering

I've seen their pages scribbled in rages
Of inspiration by their sages

I hear the parchment, crisp and crackling,
Depicting marks pronounced in cackling

And wheezes of a breezes sighs
Read in secret by her eyes

Here in this secluded corner
This one was sent by a foreigner

The rounded man, all clad in fur,
Hears some code, it makes him stir

The thinner man sprouts in his chair
Which creeks beneath his squirming dare

The glamour creature, thin and frail,
Seems neutral about the true tale

I hear a fist pound on the table
Shouting that this could be a fable

"What if it's true?",  the other asks
While in fascination he basks

They analyze it for a clue,
This letter, to learn if it's true

The chamber, while closed, is secret, airy
While echo's this secretary

The scribbled riddles held in hand 
Are esteemed to be so grand

I might chew them if I could
For I bask in my puppy-hood

Copyright © lana evans | Year Posted 2008

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A Guardian's Tail

It’s been a few years, but the memory lingers
As though her soft fur still touches my fingers

A tornado passed through and the power went out
Provoking another severe colitis bout

Breaking into a sweat while violent winds blew
Frightening noise sounded like a train passing through

The next thing I knew a gentle touch crossed my face
As Katy hoped my suffering she could erase

Her tail now my mustache as I opened my eyes
To peer into hers that shone like emerald skies

For more than an hour I’d been lying on the floor
Huddled with stomach pain next to my office door

She’d been asleep on my desk last I could recall
And apparently I’d frightened her with my fall

Though I’d felt so alone, I had been very wrong
A guardian watched over me with a love strong

For twenty years she served as my faithful anchor
And though she’s gone now, I continue to thank her

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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On the Beach

Welcome to my house on the beach,
Where there are condos for $5 each

I, for one, am an interesting figure,
With my siamese fish who likes to paint pictures

And my single daughter Rosie,
Who's immune to posie

This place is somewhere with two sides,
You live your life first, and after you die.

I died at thirty-eight
From tripping down stairs just after I ate

Welcome to my house on the beach,
Come on inside and we can enjoy a peach!

Copyright © Alex McKenna | Year Posted 2012