the mystery of whether or not
my puppy can chew through an electric cord
was answered this morning
I will give you an emphatic yes
he poked his snout into a Christmas box
and chewed the ends off of all of the lights
I feel validated now
in my insistence on hiding all cords
fearing he could do this
I am giving a kids poem a shot I have never done one before
I run through your house
I am Just a little mouse
Looking for cheddar cheese
I cannot not find it anywhere
But I do see a mouse trap over there
Let me go see what kind of cheese
Swiss cheese that stinks to me
I will just eat this electric cord
This maybe a shocker for me
For electricity will hurt you
So never be a fool like me
Stay away from electricity
An Electric Rub Board?
By
Tom Wright
There was a young man named Joe Greene,
Who promised his wife a new washing machine.
It was called a Rub Board,
And had no electric cord,
Now Joe needs a transplanted spleen.
"Time keeps moving on,
Friends they turn away, Lordy
Lord
Well, I keep moving on
But I never found out why
I keep pushing so hard a
dream,
I keep trying to make it right
Through another lonely day."
—“Kozmic Blues” by Janis
Joplin
Keep moving,
you kept it moving your way
Janis
Had a dream
that your words
could become an anthem, Janis
Picked up that microphone
An extension of your body
power house
The electric cord your vocals
Cry baby
Bobby McGee
Sing to him
Cry, McGee for what you lost
What he gave up so we’d
mourn
You
made
us
feel your
ache
for the world
and your soul
Acid queen
captured
trapped in
between right and wrong
The golden squawking
of your strained voice
Haunting
pleading
lyrics
that made
you shed real
tears
and push
past your fears
breaking building
staying going
places they wouldn’t
as you grew
your
words to those on a downward
journey
yet the ones above secretly
listened
for
them
your pleads for
humanity
to love
accept
and be tolerant
when remembering a beautiful
traveling, lost, crying acid
Queen
You were a goddess,
Janis
"moo" goes the cow, the story book says
"slice" goes the knife through your best friends head
"whish" goes the wind through the pitch black night
these are the sounds of my life.
"shuffle" goes the feet creeping in the hall
"help" goes the girl her very last call
the silence of tears because of this knife
these are the sounds of my life.
"scratch" goes the chalk on the teachers board
"click, boom" goes the bomb on an electric cord
"sob" goes the man who lost his wife
these are the sounds of my life.
Vacuum, dust, move the furniture around
Make room for the tree, any where it will fit
Hope the lights will work
Where are those decorations?
Another year, for the artificial tree-a rat has chewed the electric cord
Patch it with some electrical tape and it works like magic
A nice find-my after Christmas shopping decorations
Stored neatly in the attic-it gives me a pre-Christmas thrill to find these forgotten
Treasures, even some gifts for the children on my list.
My son places all the ornaments in one spot on the tree, as usual
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Mom once used an iron called sad
In those times it was all that we had.
Like the old rub board
It had no electric cord
And the wrinkles it left weren't bad.
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