Fidgety fingertips
tickling tempo and time,
modeling melody,
writing in rhythm and rhyme.
Frolicking fantasy -
magic in music sublime.
Perfectly pleasing performance;
cleverly crafting the climb.
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12/11/19
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Fidgety Cats And Feline Pets
(A Parody)
Fidgety cats and feline pets go out for a midnight run,
Siamese are to rare to ever dare to
And in Bali and Mali cats retire from dawn till one.
Persian Blues prefer to choose to snooze in the noon day sun
And there’s a rumour the Puma will sleep when the day is done.
Fidgety cats and feline pets go out for a midnight run.
The Ocelot, cares not a jot for the heat of the noon-day sun
And the Bengal rarely sleeps at all.
At mid-day in Mandalay the Tiger will hunt for fun,
But fidgety cats and feline pets go out for a midnight run.
The Lion’s roar is no more when the clock strikes one
And you will never meet a Cheetah after the setting sun.
The Maine Coone will bathe at noon and the
Burmese is quite at ease in the rays of the Asian sun,
But fidgety cats and feline pets go out for a midnight run.
Adapted from ‘Mad Dogs and Englishmen’ by Sir Noel Coward.
Barry Stebbings
07/03/18
Fidgety fingers twirl each jigsaw piece
above the puzzle, awaiting release,
willing her concentration to increase.
A smile tugs at the corners of her lips,
and as the occasional swear word slips:
giggling, she places her hands on her hips.
I chuckle, as she pretends to be mad:
and I reciprocate, looking so sad,
that she soon relents, whispering, "My bad."
The puzzle is the last thing on my mind:
to doubt her beauty, I'd have to be blind,
for she's gorgeous, with a perfect behind.
I realize just how lucky we are:
like two kids caught raiding a cookie jar,
in each other's eyes, the other's a star.
Limerick: Once a fidgety Lady from Greenwich
Once a fidgety Lady from Greenwich
Who couldn’t tell the time from a witch
Asked Big Ben the long hand
Why slower than short hand
Since at Westm’nster serves as a switch.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 201
Fidgety feet
aching to leap
into the air
to breathe fragrance so fair.
Envying its father
and its mother
ever urging
to be following.
Choosing to trust
in the aching rush
of its heart and guts
seeking that freedom
by gaining their wisdom.
Spreading its wings
It leaps, even risking
its own life
no matter the strife
Its feet
no longer fidgety
But free to be
what it was meant to be.
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 11.04.11
Wiggly squirmy fidgety Spring
The robin’s worms the crawling things.
A swarm of ladybugs on the wing.
Children fly on waiting swings.
Geese form squadrons in the air.
Narcissus bloom with scent fair.
And love finds a way to birth
to propagate the waiting earth.
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