#1
Building a
cat's
cradle from
simple
dimpled
spheres only
reinforces the
necessity of
de-
signing se-
cure
multifarty
symptoms to
en-
sure stealth-
care rapacity with
min-
imal ex-
posure.
#2
Drastic baggy
hags in spew-colored double
schlock wastelands are
even now sporting un-
even tooth alignment
and con-
genital blight po-
sitioning for more dead
products with patriotic
names such as
"Poke Her in the Crypt" and
"Wicked Slim Pickings".
Mrs M was a teacher with a clean desk
there was only one pencil in there
it was always sharpened
and a pink eraser that looked brand new
I never saw an ink pen
the top of her desk had a small plaque
with her name starting with Mrs. of course
Even though she was divorced
She never wanted the students to know about it
We all did
She was fastidiously neat and fussy
staying late to sterilize desks and seats
she inadvertently taught me one big lesson
I never wanted to be like her
She was too punctilious; cleanliness was her world.
Students were probably twenty-six on her priority list.
naked in Eden
Adam and Eve unashamed
clothes made them fussy
rockers needed wigs for a ball
cause theirs didnt fit well at all
for they dyed and cropped
and totally chopped
till they fit their daughters toy doll.
Why can’t I sting like the rest of them?
Fly high in the air with the best of them?
Why am I so small and chubby?
Hairy all over, and my wings terribly stubby?
I wish I was a different kind of bee,
I tried aiming for the hive one day, and flew right into a tree.
I gave my best effort at buzzing around….
I must’ve annoyed the keeper to the fullest,
Cause he slapped me to the ground.
My friends all used to tease me,
They called me “fuzzy wuzzy.”
They’d all fly around me laughing,
And yell out “buzzy buzzy!!”
I hated that!
When I flew in the air, I’d always stumble….
Couldn’t keep pollen in my grasp, because I would always fumble.
As time grew by, I became more and more fussy.
I felt my life sucked….
I couldn’t fly high….
I didn’t buzz very loud,
And I was always told “shoo! Shoo!” when I flew through a crowd.
So until that day comes, and I can smile with glee,
I guess I will remain what I am right now….
One fussy bumble bee.
Flying from flower to flower….
With a small bit of power.
Still going straight into that big tree…
I’m one fussy bumble bee….
Climbing trees is not for Bandit
On the couch he prefers to sit
With his bowl of cap nip
And sweet cola to sip
He looks cute, you have to admit
Bandit loves to watch the TV
Sometimes he sits on Julie’s knee
Bandit just loves to slouch
On the cream comfy couch
He’s such a contented pussy
Picture prompt Contest
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10-21-17
Cat stirs
Then purrs
Yawns, sighs
Makes cries
M e o w
Wants chow
Seeks dish
No fish
Dried food
Bad mood
Eyes stare
With glare
Stands still
To chill
No win
Gives in
At last
Eats fast
Next scene
Dish clean
April 2, 2015
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