A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
All Hallows Eve regardless
Not Easter or birthdays
Tenacity of critters
Got me swirling in a haze
They get into the bathtub
The sink or in the car
Lord knows just where they come from
But they haven't traversed far
So often I must rescue
Whether delicate or tall
Re-house them to the log-pile
As they can't ascend the wall
In shameless eight-legged tap dance
They weave and spin and twirl
Like death defying knitting
Timeless pattern they unfurl
Close up they're pretty ugly
But the beauty they create
Captures sunlight in the morning
Or a night time dinner date
I hope you have a lifetime
Knowing what it means to give
For I Love you, little critter
As you teach us how to live
CV
While watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
I fell into the kitty litter! --
I am such a clumsy critter.
My brother will twitter
Our babysitter is covered in glitter
She is such a kidder,
But, I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
My kitty has five kitties in her litter
They were watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
When I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
My mommy is a good knitter,
My brother really likes to twitter,
My kitten has five kitties in her litter,
Everyone was watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
When I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
Written April 14, 2022
Cancer Critter runs rampant
It wanders our earth and kills
Still unable to erase it completely
Not sure we ever will?
Cancer Critter can be deadly
If bitten you are seriously unwell
Symptoms are often silent
Often no way to tell
If you or someone you love are bitten
It’s a frightening time for sure
Your mind completely overwhelmed
With fear, uncertainties, questions galore
The road ahead will be long
There will be a battle to fight
Some succumb to the Cancer Critter
Others survive its nasty bite
Cancer Critter is repulsive
It’s so ugly and black
It creeps around finding victims
Then quietly attacks……
Take care and just beware
Monitor the best you can
Be mindful of the Cancer Critter
Critical we rid it from our land
Six sick skunks of one stinking litter
get startled by a fox; five of the six sick skunks scamper.
But one of the six sick skunk siblings is no quitter.
In spite of the fact he is the littlest,
there's not one thing that will this small sick skunk hamper.
A skirmish with the frisky shifty fox he starts.
Just one of those six sick skunks is a no-chicken critter.
The litter’s runt snickers as backing up in the fox’s face, he farts!
Jan. 18, 2020
For Nina Parmenter's Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest
What was it that ravaged last night’s lovely blanket of snow? Something with three toes on one foot and missing one of its very large nails. My god, the size of those back paws! A black bear, no doubt; a midnight, black hole in space, black bear; checking out my trash bin but, there’s no damage. It must not have been very famished or it would have turned my bin into puzzle pieces. Had I been outside I’d have been forced to face the treacherous beast; perhaps I’d be in the hospital now with a half-eaten arm and I do so, hate hospitals. What if it comes while I’m walking my dog? It could eat both of us! A dog that’s lived as long as my Roger doesn’t deserve such a horrific death; how dare a bear devour him! What’s that? It’s him, the bear; why didn’t I buy a gun and learn to shoot? Why don’t I have any bear spray? Perhaps I should’ve added that extra life insurance? There he is, the...oh he’s just a cub, a little fellow...he’s so cute...
Nature’s children are
Quite diverse and we must share
This planet freely.
The pantoum’s a loathsome critter
Pantoums missed out on getting class
they’re so twisted up and bitter
each one knows its first will be its last
Pantoums missed out on getting class
you can tell Pantoums lack feeling.
Each one knows its first will be its last
they’re so very unappealing
You can tell Pantoums lack feeling
and they don’t have too much glitter.
They’re so very unappealing
the pantoum’s a loathsome critter
Pantoums aren’t wisdom, love or joy
And they don’t have too much glitter
They’re some misanthropic sod's foul ploy
The pantoum’s a loathsome critter
While camping up high in the trees
I woke up one “mourning” to pee
Thought that I heard a “bare”
But it was only a “hair”
Who was eating my breakfast with tea.
Written on 3/21/2016
Pop a critter in your mouth,
Its all you get for lunch.
A big juicy bug
on which you have to munch.
You know you really wanna
take a nice big bite,
if you do it fast enough,
then the bug wont fight.
Wash it down
with some fluid
that really looks quite vile,
After that,
you wont want to eat
for really quite a while.
carried them away
gripped ...... between her teeth was how
she has moved her cubs.....
safer place..... away from harm.....
she knows....when danger lurks near
nose sniffing the air ...
the scent of a male is close.....
he will kill the cubs ......
so he can have his wicked way ...
even if they are his own....
She hides them away ....
not a whimper must they make .....
or .....they will be found ....
the lioness breathes deeply ....
willing to die to save them ....
he comes in moonlight
prowling the neighborhood
looking for dinner
stopping by to check the cat's bowl
watching me through the window
Stalking,.....waits awhile
She inhales the woodland airs.....
Animals beware......
Nose to tail the vixen stares.......
Fixated,....... her prey beguiles.....
Forget all you’ve heard about horsepower
Hamsters can take you six miles per hour
Running a wheel neath the hood
No oil needed, all is good
These critters can snooze during rush hour
An entry for the Eco-Friendly Vehicles contest
A slim handsome ogre named Vampire,
married into a fairytale empire.
His elfin wife named Hairy
bore him a sharp toothed fairy,
That looked like a Hobbit from the shire.
Much to the elves’ and Ogres’ chagrin,
they bore an impish child again.
This time being on a roll,
they bore an impish troll,
and now all the fantasy creatures are kin!
(inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest)