Cy the snail comes a courting with tulips and daisies fine.
they must be for me, yelled Cybil, they are all mine!
They are for your mother, snail told her. Keep your hands off.
Her daddy tried to warn the snail with a subtle cough.
But the snail was obstinate and did not take a clue.
He gave Cybil’s other the tulips in lavender and pretty blue.
Trying to make a good impression, but lost Cybil in the deal.
She refused to go on the date, even though it meant a free meal.
Cy the cyclone needed a home
Thought about Alaska, specifically Nome
Tornado Tom spoke of this with hilarity
Said to Hurricane Howl, how weird can Cy be?
Cy will be back any second, I truly bet
But the cyclone Cy had found himself a pet
A polar bear he named Winslow Wide
He stayed with him in Nome until the day he died.
lovely time traveler came by
did not recognize greeting “hi”
understanding with his third eye
tried to give us a real try
conveyed his name was Mister Cy
of this age he kept asking “why?”
assigned his chores to another guy
could not grasp concept of hair dye
spoke with beeps, never said goodbye
evaporated in green lye
me oh my oh and my oh my
I hope to again see our friend Cy
Every animal in the lot came by for a hi
They wanted to see Hilda milk her baby Cy
Cy was okay with it, not a bit tit shy
And of course, the kitty was sitting by.
Hello! Said Hilda, welcome one and all.
She got a stool as she sat down in the stall.
The chickens began clucking, the cow gave a moo.
I wish I had been there, bet you do too.
prancing dancing pudd’n and pie
boys run off, I’ll tell you why
fear of failure to even try
there goes one now, my cousin Cy
He is terrified of Patty McBly
Her beauty is known to make boys cry
I watch him run and yell “run faster Cy!”
When he tells this tale it will be a lie.
Look into the camera the mighty space man said.
Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head.
We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle.
Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle.
Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded.
Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as commanded.
His human was his hero, and he wanted to keep him out of harm.
So he bluffed, and he bamboozled, and he waylaid them with charm.
He finessed, and he fidgeted, and he fiercely fixed them hard and good.
He did what any wise, smart, wonderful, adoring, Kibble-loving cat would.
He led them away from his owner, down the hill to the Alien Catchers Pound.
Next he knew, Space Catchers had netted them. They were on the ground.
He was declared the hero, named Grand Marshall of Thanksgiving Parade.
He took Jon with him. They celebrated with sips of warm pink lemonade.
It’s the sixteenth arrest you’ve made, Jon said. What is your secret, Cy?
Jon’s Cat could not tell him, but he worked undercover for the Cat F.B.I.
never getting
to see the
valley of
kings
at the time
one of my
wisdom
teeth
was pushing
out and so in
poor Arabic
speak i
received over
the counter
medicine
medicating
me to
sleep
but it
was
there that
i saw the
valley of
my queen
We couldn't choose a place on Earth;
the moon would have to do.
Invited would be all at Soup,
including me and you.
If atmosphere would be a prob,
we'd still have lots of fun -
I guess we'd have some party games,
like, catch a floating bun.
We'd read our stuff and comment too -
a bit like Soup online;
but, different, we'd get to chat.
Yes, that would work out fine.
The date, I think, is April fool's,
but any time's okay,
so see you there, and bring a friend
along - what do you say?
written 15th March for Line's contest
We have this guy who’s a covert spy.
This sneaky little runt is named Cy.
Like a fly on the wall,
this Cy can hear it all.
He knows all that goes on in this sty.