What sort of beast
is made with yeast?
That kind of critter
is called an apple fritter.
Jumping
little critters
who come out in springtime
with tiny legs they play music
crickets
There was once a dashing lad
from the mid-coast of Maine
who courted a comely duchess
from the Westerly. Now, Maine is
two lands off from the Westerly
which is a province under
its own sovereign rule, on an Island
named Rhode, but they rescued
what desperately needed to be loved
in the other’s marrow, each
of their own souls being so rare
and wanting over a great big sea.
The lad, a sailor by making,
and she, a re-claimer of lost species,
returned to their clutch after his
bucket-driven crossing from Spain,
--just like in flat world days--
until both were discovered,
and their home now together
has become the un-floating Ark
of the critters---those stripes
of the in-danger and wanting
--of shells, scales, and fur--
all-a -woof and mewing,
plodding and crawling,
scratching in their own
--singular--
language at the door,
all in need
of a roof.
a dog went walking, with his master
a cat came running, next meowing, laughter
a squirrel in the tree, ran down to see
chirping, chipping, barking at the cat and dog
all these little chitters what it be, what they do they see?
the canine and feline both thought it odd
that a hawk flew down picked up the squirrel
and the jump unto the tree
the dog sat down looked all around and barked
wondering what's wrong with them, what it be
so much drama in an instant coincidencely
Cat came running after dog meowing, laughing
Squirrel came down from the tree to see, what mischief he to could reel
Alas a hawk came down swooping round picks the squirrel up
The dog, yet still yapping screams of bark, bark, bark, bark
LoL-laugh out loud
CrITTERS RUN AMUCK
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Swamp Critters
Problem Solvers Or Nut’s?
Miracle Man
2/1/2024
America’s problems, mortal man can’t solve,
and elected officials seem to watch time evolve.
Things of importance to them, they negotiate,
much of which the average person can’t relate.
“For the good of the American people” is a pet line,
they’re paid big bucks just to argue and whine.
They seldom agree so they’re swift to impeach,
later praising self, in some meaningless speech.
Political parties have become one giant wedge,
each telling a story that’s seldom as they allege.
Our current border problems they are ignoring,
perhaps that’s the reason I hear loud snoring.
A swamp filled with critters that hiss and spew,
but In congress what they say, we’re forced to do.
Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
All God’s critters got a place in the woods of Saint John
They dance and sing and get their jimble jamble back on.
We see it happening, and we laugh, for of them we are fond.
They are jiving and striving down south now, toward Unka’s pond.
Some are coming back. Here is raccoon, muskrat and beaver.
Opossums claim they have some weird kind of holiday fever.
The fox and badger are both sneaking around the old mill stump.
Here are cardinals and goldfinch, and a blue jay named Grump.
All God’s critters are welcome, we take in our own.
We don’t want anyone lost, lonely, sad or alone.
Please come see us if you are feeling purple or green.
We will cheer you up with your happiness sheen.
Oh where oh where,
Are the Tortoise and Hare?
They're not over here,
And they're not over there.
One of them was fast,
The other was slow.
You'd spy one another,
Wherever you'd go.
Walking in the woods,
Following their tracks.
Catching one with a snare.
Flipping others on their backs.
They used to hide,
Under Weeping Willows.
Now all you see,
Are dead Armadillos.
I used to dodge them,
On long country roads.
Along with a Possum,
And a couple of Toads.
Oh where oh where,
Are the Tortoise and Hare?
Could we point the finger,
At the rising hot air?
The birds that had soared to the south
Catching salty raindrops in their mouth
Have flown back to where the flower grows
But I'll miss the snowflakes on my nose
As I watch them fly in rows and rows
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Sly fox emerges from her den
Pups following and frolicking again
Squirrels fly from top to forest floor
Gather acorns two by two, four by four
A spring chore for a feast galore
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Little bear wakes up from hibernation
Still hazy yawns from dream vacation
Stretching limbs after a winters sleep
Lying in the vines where ivy's creep
The sun's lost warmth now felt so deep
July 7, 2022
The time between seasons Poetry contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
broken shells in drive
squirrels scampering in yard
smart little critters
Darkest is the night;
As the rabbits and hide neath the barrows;
Chattering in silence gibbering;
Disappearing till next day or spring;
Early autumn birds flee south;
Over the citizens houses;
Lol, dark of nights summer critters hide in fright;
12/7/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet dont you care?
cars, plastic, paper and mush
tyres, metal and fancy stuff,
microplastics in our seas
water life cannot flee
drowns, drowns, drowns
Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet dont you care?
tortured deaths by human glut
cruelly their pain, endured
plastic ring ties a birds beak
poor little guy cannot eat
starve, starve, starve
Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet why dont we care?
narcissism, laziness an ego mind
to all living things we are unkind
predator of our selfishness
suffocating the world till we
die, die, die
Nature has a way of forgiving
rebirth starts to grow
not this time will man be living
animal kingdom will rule the earth
clean air no plastics found
litter critters no longer around
breathe, breathe, breath
19th August 2020
when i
left
winter
i left a
mouse
in the
walls
of my
house
chewing
then i
headed
south to
warmer
climes
finding my
top floor
room's
summer
ceiling lives
a gecko
I saw a possum hangin' upside down
last night
I saw a possum hangin' upside down
last night
I said ,"Possum you're a pitiful sight
hangin' upside down in the full moon light
Uh-huh, yessir, uh-huh."
Possum said, "Old man, just mind your own
Uh-huh"
Possum said,"Old man, just mind your own
Yessir."
"Got a date at ten in the full moon light,
And she likes hangin' on her head all night.
Yessir, old man, yessir."
Saw a big gator gnawin' on a bone
Uh-huh
Saw a big gator gnawin' on a bone
yessir
Said. " Mister gator, who you chewin' on?
I hope you ain't gnawin' on my friend, John.
Uh-huh, yessir, all right."
Gator said, "Old man, just mind your own
uh-huh."
Gator said,"Old man, just mind your own
yessir."
"If I turn around and you ain't gone,
It'll be you that I'm gnawin' on.-
Yessir,yessir,yessir"
Well, I went home and had a drink
uh-huh
Said, "I'm gonna stay right where I'm at -
Leave the critters to their habitat -
yessir, I am, uh-huh."
9-11-19
Contest: Any Poem You Want 180 Words or Less
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I am like a pretty jalopy that has accumulated rust
A proud chassis but with a droopy fender now
No one oohs or wants to purchase me now
Which is great for I am not for sale in any kind of way
My chrome bumper which was glistening sterling
Used to be a drum majorette for parades in the 40’s
I sit in an old farmer’s back lot now, hidden from the ones
Who have bought up land and are building pristine brick houses
There used to be a great-great-grandson who would jump inside me
Play with my steering wheel, honking the horn
But it has not worked for a long time
Critters live under my hood in the winter
I have become a shelter for those who need one
No longer a showpiece, not flashy or sassy
But I remember and I smile, as the critters seek shelter
Neither of us satisfied but it is a start sometimes.
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